poem for birds.
green glass work lamp,
to the right.
flowers that are dead,
fill the bowl to my left.
lonely, my eyes wander
to the poster on my left.
a small child with curly hair
stands and waits for a response.
she wears what looks like a silk
dress with a note in hand.
standing on a chair.
this child could scare you.
bought this piece of art for
one dollar, at the flea market.
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