Look, all of us have souls of birds
but cling to cage bars anyway
as if they were most precious things.
Pure force you'd need to pry us loose
from gutters, flagpoles,
and sometimes even billboard frames.
At night we feel the pull of earth
and flap the wings
we clipped ourselves.
When in the morning sky blue dawns,
the chance so near to flee for good,
the price for flying is too dear.