This Bird Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This Bird



Regardless
It is cool
On its way is the sun
(Coming up)

Venus-like
The grass
(Out of sea at Pophus)
Still wet with water drops
(Of the dews)

Geese slow and lazy
(Some limping)

But this bird
Finger size
(An index and a thumb)
Is active as comet
“Let’s be bright till we die.”

Sky shines
“Life is ours”

Thursday, May 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: romantic
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