A Birdcage Until Further Notice
Robert Pollard
Satin chairs for you
And all so it is, remains
In beauty
By a sworn-in jury
Pearls before and above
A consecutive string of love affairs
And stained chair
Collected what you are
In feathers and wares
Where you sit and stare
And no one's there
But you
In all of exotica
The day remains black and blue
For you
A birdcage until further notice