Birds Fly Poem by Tom J. Mariani

A little too tall for me
Beautiful flowing hair
Over a tailored jacket

Purse and matching - - - - - -

Those long legs
Then she turned
I saw the face with

The same sharp crisp lines
The rest of her had promised

She went walking by - - - - -
Not for me
Just to get by

The strides

The way her jacket swung
Draping her as she walked

It was like watching a bird
Through your shaded window
As it pauses on your lawn

Unless something makes a noise
Then birds fly