my indigo restraint,
I thought to grow my wings here,
to hone each gallant feather
upon the flustering streets,
the agitated walkways
that run several countries
and cultures deep,
I did not expect an aviary
to bound out of the metropolis,
to spring closed and laud my seizure,
but it has, but it did.
I've gauged the reach
it would take to appropriate my license,
the unending azure sky
needs only half as many strides to cross,
and the good auspices have gone calling on others.
come then defeat and take their place,
let our association begin,
turn me 'round the city's bend,
tap me in Celtic fashion
at the entrance to the empire state,
roam with me the botanical gardens
and that place, central park,
mourn with me, also,
the ground that numbers nil.
hide from me, though,
my lady liberty,
sight of her would surely persuade me
to shed my winter skins,
to stand taller as the trees do
when the birds return their weights,
to quiet the strums of the guitar blues
and sway instead to the rhythm
of unseen drums,
marching me along to battle once morefor the immunity of flight,the prerogative to soar.
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