Miss Mary Mack Introduces Her Wings

My name is    Miss Mary    Mack        Mack        Mack


        you sing it      my name


I turned into a bluebird last summer, I flew 


through all the South. My wings are blue 

and I touch the sky. 


At first, I decided I was never coming back.


I took off my black

                               housedress. I knew freedom 


was not the act of flying, 

                      but the steady beat of wings. 


It was my steady black,


                      blue and my blues were gone,


I wanted to be 


                      a bird and became.

Copyright © 2020 Tyree Daye. From Cardinal (Copper Canyon Press, 2020). Used with permission of the author and Copper Canyon Press (coppercanyonpress.org)