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In the Denver Airport - Jan. 5, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 5
  • 1 min read

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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