May 2008

by Craig Oare

The noble bird is framed in my sigh,

waiting for the camera to take him.

Sadie, caged Earth Tribe warrior,

looking at these pictures in the mail,

staring out her window at the sky.

Now I’ve got some fleeting forest light,

and heron glides serenely on his way

after consenting to our collaboration.

Sadie sleeping in her federal cell,

Dreaming every night of wings and flight.