“heavy feather” by Ava DeMar
birds perch along the fence edge
aimlessly pecking at cracks in the pavement
their world bound by a chain
a lock that clinks with silent weight
they will never find what they are looking for
they long for where they grew up
warm inside of sticky yolk
prickly nest of sticks and moss
regurgitation
now, they hold it all
except for that familiar texture
a world that is expansive
yet they peck, and peck, and peck
the concrete is all they see
even though impermeable
the trees whisper to them
but they never look up