but not everyone can see them
so they think it's just a blue sky,
and at night, when it's all crows --
well, you know.
And early and late
come the cardinals and flamingos,
but don't try to explain that
to just anyone.
There are gray birds, too.
~ Ralph Murre
first published in the calendar of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets
1 comment:
I love this poem, Ralph. Nice to see the photo also. Take care.
Jackie
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