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Sherry Asbury
Poems
Nov 2018
The Offering
THE OFFERING
He sat, silently smirking over
his cardboard cup of coffee,
leaning, to lap it like a cat.
Lips oiled and curved and bluish,
hands knotted with filth, he
stroked his pocket.
Like a child picking wildflowers -
he paid court to every set of eyes
in the busy hum of the fast-food
place.
He chose me and pinned me to
his moment in time.
Lascivious, leering, laughing,
he opened his pocket just for me.
A half-dead sparrow leaked
part way out and burred its
broken wing.
It sang as sweetly as if we were
in a glen, a meadow, a dale of
helitroping sunflowers.
Then he licked one lip and
ran his bony, bent finger down
the bird's spine, causing it
to flutter, as if some phantom
wind blew by...
This really happened in a McDonalds in Portland where I live
#bird
#strange
#man
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