On Moonstone Beach
behind whale rocks
is a man
holding a cage full of small birds.
One by one he releases them with care.
Wings expand into a brief soar of flight. Yet,
instead of pull the man howls pigeon.
A soft squawk and perhaps tiny feathers
pluck away
as each bird,
one by one,
land with a soft thud on the sands of Moonstone Beach.
-sonja lynn mata
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