Because a Bird Flew By

Back-lit bird, a silhouette, moves quickly
Through the leaden sky, the rain a curtain
Just behind. The streets glow gaily, red
And white, from car lights, green from
Traffic signals. Gutters clog and overflow,
And, in the bay, the ships endure
In silence, as do figures next to bus stops.
It is spring again. The thunderstorms
Have come.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-22 at 16:44

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chuma okafor
This one is ladened with imagery. Nice.
2018-05-23


Bibek
I echo Jim's comment. A terse and poignant poem. :)
2018-05-23


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
first rate ~
2018-05-22