Herons.
cut open their breast
and bled into the
shrieking
hungry maws of their nestlings.
Those good mothers
those good and honorable
self-destructive and dying
givers.
Of late I have grown to hate windows
Panes of bright and lucid
glass
Transparent, hard--
like a sign mocking my longings.
Look, But Do Not Touch.
I cannot stand watching
but I am more afraid to look away
so I am silent, trapped, imprisoned
at my windowsill.
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