Is this your last refuge?
You didn’t know until
animals, trees and plants
invaded all our cities.
Chicago came first
as Dr. Joseph Suglia
told us in his novel
Table 41.
And then came the rest.
See the light popping in
through that window,
the window of your heart.
The sun’s coming in but
it still remains closed.
You climb up the stairs:
Fly like that bird,
magnificient Egyptian,
use your Isis wings and
dance, dance in the air.
But how could you if the door
is always locked?
Outside the clouds
move swiftly and
carry their chains.
Now you tell me:
Where is the key?
© April 2017 Marta Pombo Sallés
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