True Birds

LisaBrawn_04

What’s lacking is honesty
That being the same as truth
Which is as inconstant as Romeo’s wind

And when it seems only commericals are constant
She drinks coffee and listens to birdsong
Up and outside as early as Aldo

While the geese waddle through the grass
Blades bend along their undersides
And they slide through
Heads cocked as they walk
Looking like little dinosaurs

4-17-16

Woodcut by Lisa Brawn

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