Blackbird 14

Nothing moved in the hard frozen morning.
One tree, one blackbird, of one mind.
The glassy walk etched by the night
reflecting pink sun and black birdtree silhouette
trapped until I decided to look away.

 

blackbird

see also: “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens

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