Birdlady

All the little feathers in her wings Stood firmly at attention And as she stood tall Her straightened back Unfurled the last twisted barbs She stood on her tip toes at the station Waiting for the fog to clear The air's stomach was full of rain She stood tall and taut Gazing out over the rails, the buildings, the parks, her empty home, the little dots of strangers, she saw broadly Her lost love and past And just flew above it all