Because a Bird Flew By
Back-lit bird, a silhouette, moves quicklyThrough the leaden sky, the rain a curtain
Just behind. The streets glow gaily, red
And white, from car lights, green from
Traffic signals. Gutters clog and overflow,
And, in the bay, the ships endure
In silence, as do figures next to bus stops.
It is spring again. The thunderstorms
Have come.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-05-22 at 16:44
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