Growing New Bones

The boy with bright blue feathers
sprouting in his hair, could sing and
change the weather, could laugh and
fall in love.

The boy with bright blue feathers
could not learn multiplication tables,
and the teacher called the principal, who met with
the councilor, who spoke in hushed tones
with the parents:

The boy with bright blue feathers
blossoming from his back
has no future in insurance, or
accountancy, and no real talent
for numbers.

The boy with bright blue feathers
would grow new bones one day,
gnarled and feathered,
strong wings, strong enough
to carry him away from here.

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