nickel wound
stretched
across the wood
bound and
pulled
as she was
sharp, flat
whole step,
half step
she sought
to dance
on light
feet
but gravity
hates flight.
now so does
she.
“get your
head out
of the
clouds.”
and she did.
flightless
birds are sad birds
jealous
birds
and a guitar
strums a
beautiful
tune on the
stretched
strings,
while those
in the package
have no
song.
