small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Friday, February 22, 2013

[the gold flash . . .]

the gold flash
of a flicker’s wing
in gray rain
I glimpse another world
inside this one

red lights 9:1,  Jan. 2013

1 comment:

  1. Good to see you posting again. I still really like this poem: the contrast of gold and gray and flash and slowness; the various "f," "l," and other sounds; and of course where you take us to. Where would we be if we weren't able to see those other worlds tucked inside this one? j.