Canary In A Cage
In the market
In movies, on sofas
In carpool lanes
In wallpaper and tapestries
     From the thirteenth century
     Is a melody of life in a cage
Howling in the smallest wind currents
     Of air conditioning ducts, open doors, windows
          And body drafts moving room to room
My songbird is kept in a cage
     To translate each movement of air into scratches
          Clock tics, particles, and the mating of spider and moths.

© SB Joy, 2022

The aching howling sits in the middle of my heart. The melody of addict of one kind or another.

SB Joy

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