poor man’s metaphor

 (Note: read best aloud in James Donald Forbes McCann‘s accent & cadence – sorry if that’s appropriation)

     tonight,
a bird without song
         landed on my chest
heavy
         a big bird
     maybe a childhood wound
yellowed, tarred, and feathered with age
       the point is,
       there was no song!
       let’s not get caught up in the details

I’m sad!!!!

        and still,
     it’s all a dream
           it’s just a dream
                & I dream I am free

I’m happy!!