The poem is of the re-birth the bird who has learned
flight again.
There are little words for seeing the homeless tents in
downtown Pittsburgh.
Wealth, even greed around then, then these shadows
bent near campfires...
All of the colorful tents, but nothing to defend against the
cold air and harsh manners of Winter.
Write poems requesting humanity upon this crueler paper
and give them flight on the urban wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem