Golden-Eyed Day Poem by Steven Federle

Golden-Eyed Day



Golden-eyed day
blazing through trees
swaying,

mockingbirds and blue-jays
clinging
to dancing branches, singing

as a feathered form
flashes darkly past
and is gone in a blinking.

But silence remains,
an empty chair
waiting.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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