• Poetry

    “Bird” by Jenna Le

    We heard her                              and came running

    We heard her

    wings blurred

    We heard her                               fly up the metal chute

    only to find herself                      self-entrapped in our laundry room

    self-buried in our linen hoard

    her exit route barred

    We heard her                                throat burr

    We heard her

    wings blurred                                so we came running

    feet bare on the red-carpeted stairs

    We heard her                                so we herded her

    We harried her                              toward an opened window, a soft sunlit square

    amid the hard boards

    We hurried her                              and harried her

    and herded her                             toward the open air

    our broom-waving horde             must have seemed to her a horror

    for all that we                                heralded                                                     her liberty

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    Jenna Le authored Six Rivers (NYQ Books,