I owe that Doctor Bird an apology.
Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails.
Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.
Never mind that he is carved from a coconut husk.
*
Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails.
What Doctor Bird could deserve such a fate?
Never mind that he is carved from a coconut husk.
He is out of place here. I see that clearly now.
*
What Doctor Bird could deserve such a fate?
Dangling from a string on my back porch,
He is out of place here. I see that clearly now.
I should have known from the start.
*
Dangling from a string on my back porch,
Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.
I should have known from the start.
I owe that Doctor Bird an apology.
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[Author's Note: This poem was first published in 2020, in The Caribbean Writer, Vol. 34 (USVI).]
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Randy Baker
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