Dear Bird in the Detroit Metro Airport

a poem

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Dear subscribers,

My voice is just a croak today so there’s no audio recording. Here’s the poem only in text.

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Delayed for many hours, I decided to follow a bird
from airport gate to gate as it searched

for an escape. It didn't rush. It sometimes
perched for ten or fifteen minutes

on the high architectural beams and angles.
Was it afraid? Despondent? I don't know.

I won't guess at bird-emotions. But I felt
like an airport monk silently

practicing a new feathered ceremony.
Then I wondered if somebody was following me

as I followed the bird. But, no, I was the only 
adherent of that temporary theology.

Dear Bird, my avian abbot, it's been a decade
but I still think of you in your airport solitude.

You were small, radiant,
and probably doomed.