Hannah Lee (15)
The Bird Woman of Manhattan
breaking through the
commotionchaosnoisemotion
like the late noon sun through the
dark-crawling alleys, decked with trash
her peace, her quiet joy was a
blossom standing upright, in a mound of tar
a box for money, a ratty blanket, a calloused face, dusty clothes,
the look in her eyes like the great wide plains further west in silent, still night
a whirlwind of birds
bird
bird bird
bird
bird bird
at her outstretched arm, her palm
seeds fly everywhere
for a moment the clouds are too far away to be in the sky
rooted to her corner of the street, yes
but this woman of birds took flight everyday
Hannah Lee is fifteen years old. She enjoys writing, reading, art, music, cooking, and being in her room. She finds it very frustrating that she cannot fly.
The Bird Woman of Manhattan
breaking through the
commotionchaosnoisemotion
like the late noon sun through the
dark-crawling alleys, decked with trash
her peace, her quiet joy was a
blossom standing upright, in a mound of tar
a box for money, a ratty blanket, a calloused face, dusty clothes,
the look in her eyes like the great wide plains further west in silent, still night
a whirlwind of birds
bird
bird bird
bird
bird bird
at her outstretched arm, her palm
seeds fly everywhere
for a moment the clouds are too far away to be in the sky
rooted to her corner of the street, yes
but this woman of birds took flight everyday
Hannah Lee is fifteen years old. She enjoys writing, reading, art, music, cooking, and being in her room. She finds it very frustrating that she cannot fly.
