A Broken Wing

You saw beacons in people,

made prophets of coins,

You smelled failure on your frigid breath

as burden sucked you dry.

But you shed tears in the open street,

defied the weight of cold concrete,

Spread your wings and let them see:

Broken sparrows

still know

how to fly.

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