How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony! ~Ps. 133:1
You spread your wings
And sun yourself
Without a care
Don’t you know that you are rare?
We do so much to self-destruct
that it’s a scare.
Why should you be in the cage
and us outside . . .
That isn’t fair.
Put you outside, us inside
We’ll swallow our pride
You’ll feed us twice a day
Busloads of condors will drive by our cages,
point at us,
give us names
While you condors manage the power plants,
raise the crops,
And keep us safe from predators.
Spread your wings, Mr. Condor,
take away the iron bars
fly to freedom
I’ll see you again when you feed
my family and me like we’re kings and queens.
I’ll be the one laid out in a lounge chair
my arms spread, spread wide as your wings.
If I put together a book of my recent poetry, would you buy it?