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Sunday, June 28, 2020

Rose-breasted Grosbeak

by Diane Sahms

As if every sound has its own shape, purpose.
His song, distilled. His black-hooded head
& brilliant semi-circle of red, with a leaky
valve extending down the middle of a white breast
& satin black wings with patches of white highlights
& this sacred space—his rambling song & sharp
rhythmic tweets—then in silence—there’s
emptiness—to enter, to become that silence,
ever changed

4 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is wonderful, very evocative

Unknown said...

Excellent, profound. I love it.

Katherine Barham said...

So lovely, visually and sonically.

DonRiggs said...

I LOVE "a leaky / valve"! A beautiful description of a natural sound through a human artifact!

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