Learning To Fly

The silent fear
of a falling raindrop
a distance from
the bleak grey sky

Alone and mourning
on a park bench
cold and shivering
asking why

The nearest rooftop
speaks subtle appeals
through quiet coos
of a white doves cry

Stiff and standing
by the door
of a corner-lot motel
watching cars pass by

Concealed in shadows
a home-made quilt
given to the homeless
an honest try

Back in the apartment
to the balcony
arms are open
learning to fly

The silent fear
of a falling raindrop
a distance from
the bleak grey sky