My rib cage is actually a birdcage
I let one lovely white dove fly
into the center core by your heart.
Sometimes I revel in sending it your way,
perhaps you needed more than I did.
Anyways this cage was getting heavy
from the wings flapping,
all the chirps I held inside
and couldn’t let go. Today, walking around alone
in darkness where there should be street lights,
I’ve been thinking that I want my dove back.
After all, it was mine to give –
it should be mine to take back too.
I want to know flight
with or without it,
I want to feel fluttering again.
more by JULIA GARI WEISSHire An Editor