Based on ‘L’Etoile’ by Edgar Degas.


Is this how the swallow feels when, in being released from its cage,
it staggers onto a sunrised stage
and notes
the change of pace
that startles at the flurry of hands reminding her of forgetful wings?

The soul that sings
of gentility
despite the seasons
and rejoices
in the sensation of flight.
Why stop
when the very flutter of your step
reminds men that no bar can break you?

-Amy Struthers


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