• Endria Richardson

Wing Poem

I am a horse with a bird in my head.

It’s wings are like a shallow water

beaten by a wind storm

stretched between horizons.

My bird wing meniscus.

Its bones are dried.  An arc

to gently cup the brain. 

They will break in my horse body

with hooves as big as houses. 

The hollow bones

will be like discarded sharps

stuffed in feathers soft as goose down. 

They will be like delicate straws

in a bird milkshake. 

Or they will fall

perfect as a skeleton

curled in a cave,

an untouched baby sparrow. 

And every time I sneeze

a bit of my bird will come flying.

#bird #flying #horse #love #poem #meniscus

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