In the Denver Airport - Jan. 5, 2025

high in the rafters

a sparrow’s beak touches

the sky of glass

she’s confused

the air is solid

below her family skips

from table to empty

table snipping crumbs

how many generations live

inside this massive dome

of a warm home well fed

no predators

she’s restless

flies to another pane and looks out

blue sky white clouds

the greenest of trees far away

she hears something

louder than the human

roar that echoes around her

out there

a whisper beckons

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