Monday, October 21, 2013

on the way


















on the way to the river
i found a bird
on the sidewalk.
exquisite patterned,
soft, fragile.

immortal
in my memory
and here.

a northern flicker,
now buried
near weeping willows
and the river




















  

2 comments:

  1. Sad widdle birdie never knew you'd make him/her famours.

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  2. Awww, I love flickers. I had a similar experience on Sunday, finding a bird on the doorstep of the porch. He had apparently mistaken the closed glass door for sky.

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