Broken Wing

There was color every where
in the air I tracked the change
Underneath me flash after flash
Orange, Red, Yellow
Some green, some purple
Tall golden towers burst fourth
Tiny new lives were formed
In exchange
Slowly all that the world had worked for
during the summer
was dying
I watched the dance of coolness
float in like the sound
of a last trumpet call

As I stopped on a branch
just for resting
I had to move
this was all on my mind
Until
I heard another near the ground
It's soft voice cried out in pain

As I slowly flew to the ground
I saw what was causing the pain
the left wing was stuck in a
thorn bush

I came along side
closer to the beat in the chest
breaths were rapid
Slowly not to startle
I took hold of one of the big thorns
pinning the wing down
He let out a whimper of pain

It was a long process
I had to work late into the night
Finally the thorn broke
the wing freed

I stayed with him
until the first rays
of the new day broke the horizon
I was so close
I listened to the beat
underneath
inside of him
It startled me
This was the sound
of every door
opening
Of every inhale
Of every peal of laughter
Every tear that fell
from heavy hearts

There was red
It was every where
Red
spilled over
his pure white wing

I cried as a watched him
in the morning
he tried and tried
to fly
I had to help him
He ignored me
pretending there was no pain
he fluttered to the edge
of the tall steal faces
those comforting friends
Now
They looked coldly on all of this

I flew along him
He was upset
I wanted to help
But there was that beat
I knew he had it
I wanted to be close to it

I did not know
I had it
too