Bird Watching, Close-Up
my eyes searching
the long wooden slat bench..
Echoes of a whisper inside
motionless with new thoughts -
a flash of sun glimmers leaves in
in their decline.
Waiting, I trace over
the lines on the palm of my hand,
through the maples
occupied, I adjust
the lens on my binoculars
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2, No. 2 Fall & Winter, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Karina Klesko.