it lay in my palm soft and trembled <br />as a new bird and i thought about <br />authority and how it always insisted <br />on itself, how it was master <br />of the man, how it measured him, never <br />was ignored or denied, and how it promised <br />there would be sweetness if it was obeyed <br />just like the saints do, like the angels <br />and i opened the window and held out my <br />uncupped hand; i swear to god <br />i thought it could fly<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lorena/
