MUSE

redbird

the bird pecks
at the window
while atop
its perch of
overgrown shrubs
my voice catches
inside my throat
certainly it knows
how secrets stream
down the eaves
silver and gray
one, two, three
they ooze out of me
as the bird sways
in the breeze
lighting upon
the leaves of a bay

 

Jennifer Greene Sullivan

5.16.18