Winged Incident

Those glassy wings,
Preserved in a wooden case,
Were once hers.

Others saw her walking on the ground,
Searching for a burial place.
For her wings have died before her,
On a stormy winter night.

In vain, she searched everywhere,
For a special corner in her home,
Found a chest full of dreams ,
And placed the wings in it.
Period.

– Emily Parker