Many of these poems will be of the city of Schenectady from early 1900 to the present.

GENERAL ELECTRIC COMPANY - SCHENECTADY NY - PHOTO provided by F. Duci

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Why Haven’t You Grown Wings?

White wings fan
claws grasp a round
piece of wood.
White ropes extend
sixteen floors.
Anyone who passes,
stares.

“My eyes red – wings
wide - I can fly - but
not until my owner let’s
me cling to his finger.

Why haven’t you wings?
Why aren’t your eyes red?
Why do you stand still?
I won’t hurt you.
I can talk – only if I see
a face like mine.”

Nancy Duci Denofio
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