waking from a dream
of combing through
forgotten files
with neatly labeled folders
under “warblers”
I found a cellophane
envelope enfolding
a black and white bird
I opened the envelope
and the bird awoke
fluffing its feathers
in a cloud of dust
I offered
an outstretched
palm of seeds
which the bird ignored
hopping onto my finger
it glanced out the window
and sang -
forget the seeds
forget my name
open the window
- which I did
and it flew away
Tom Spencer © 2018
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
waking from a dream
of combing through
forgotten files
with neatly labeled folders
under “warblers”
I found a cellophane
envelope enfolding
a black and white bird
I opened the envelope
and the bird awoke
fluffing its feathers
in a cloud of dust
I offered
an outstretched
palm of seeds
which the bird ignored
hopping onto my finger
it glanced out the window
and sang -
forget the seeds
forget my name
open the window
- which I did
and it flew away
Tom Spencer © 2018
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