The Broken Window

Little bird on a broken window sill

Reflections shattered on a sharp maze

He sees himself in a hundred tiny pieces

and wonders what’s real in the brevity of days.

He spreads his wings oh to greatly fly

Yet they are broken like the images beneath his feet

And beneath the svelte softness of feathers

His tiny heart like a broken window hardens and dies.

J. Allen Wilson © 12/11/08