This Afternoon....

you see a black bird
moving opposite your direction
there is no identification for any intimacy
and tired perhaps of
means to get to know you
it flies away
northbound

perhaps someone with the
capacity for intimacy
waits there

who knows
what the language of the black bird is
its beak does not
woodpeck

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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