Girl and Goat 1

By Peggy Dobreer

A flock of parrots
too loud for the fingers of spring that creep
over the side wall.
Should we deny these
birds their poplar perch
to still their too bright tone for the ear
too dull to hold it,
to learn its anthem,
to become the proud wearer of emerald feathers.
Winter drops its gift onto autumn’s bare branch.

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