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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