The bird tried to regain strength.
The girl tried heartlessly to throw herself.
The window tried to see out. It was raining.
The man insisted that he do their job. It was a late time.
They should go.
The pin tried to be a key to the shirt. But fell out
onto the ground.
The older man who knew the bird and the girl
wanted to look like the palm tree outside the hospital.
The bird sometimes flew down and settled in that
tree. He looked in through the window.
The window could not see past the bird’s
reflection looking in.
The man in the older man’s room
stepped on the pin, jumped.
He and the window saw the girl falling
at the same time.
The bird fell took off upward
in the opposite direction.
The older man saw the bird fly saw the girl
who had landed in his palm tree.
The palm tree held her up to all three.
Man, older man, window. Three inside.
Three outside. Girl, palm tree, bird.
In reflection until somebody went to get the other.
Vivienne Mohan is a nineteen-year-old poet from Queensland. In 2016, she was runner-up in the Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize.