The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Spark

Sitting, looking out
watching birds fluster at my feeder
finches, sparrows, the usual barflies.
A male cardinal alights to dine
scattering peons from the table.
Royalty,
electric red in his sudden presence
capturing attention
now wholly his,
lingering in my afterglow
long after drabness returns
like a dusk.

 

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