Bird Watching, Close-Up

Endless,
my eyes searching
the long wooden slat bench..
Echoes of a whisper inside
my head

cramped in
tiny spaces
motionless with new thoughts -
a flash of sun glimmers leaves in
autumn

shaded
in their decline.
Waiting, I trace over
the lines on the palm of my hand,
life lines

a space
through the maples
occupied, I adjust
the lens on my binoculars
close-up

 

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 2   Fall & Winter, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Karina Klesko.