Glass Wings by Heather Lukins

Sapphire wings which once

Soared across topaz waves,

Sprayed by the surf — a

Mirage of diamonds thrown

Towards the sun —

Beaks that knew pungent bugs,

Throats that lamented

Songs of promise.

Now trapped in a photograph,

The wings flightless and stale,

The song a cascade

Of broken chandelier glass.