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.