Dulciena

When I listened  long enough, the rolling of rubber on tar sounded like  water pummeling the sand.

When I felt the ice hit my face, I knew what he had felt.

When I watched undulating purple clouds begin to funnel, I knew his day had come. 

When the zephyr from the birds ruffled my hair as they exasperated from the dirt, I knew that he could finally rest. 

Hospital beds are but cages for those with the will to live.

If held captive long enough, the caged bird will discontinue song.