Featured in the 2016 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
Societal Distress Peter Miedaner, '17 One day a bird landed on a tree Or had the tree branded the bird? Its wings appeared free But its mind appeared blurred His yellow wings contrasting with the snow Or was the snow contrasting with his yellow wings? These days its hard to know But when the yellow bird sings Knowing is just showing Yet showing is not knowing