Falconer

— Mary Ann Savage

The soaring predator
returns to the wrist
—here’s power for you.

As the bird approaches
the hot, wide meadow
you can forget
you hooded, caged
and starved her.

Hunger, fear
and loneliness
aren’t real for birds,
are they?—
not like they’ve been
for you.
 
 
Hovering wings
move thoughtlessly,
across a sky not endless
after all.
 

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