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| "Finch" Watercolor on Paper By J. Artemus Gordon |
Mary
Soon Lee
A Gouldian finch flew past your ear,
a bird dabbed with color
like one of your crayon drawings:
purple, red, turquoise, yellow, green
all crammed into a few inches.
We stood on the boardwalk,
quiet, holding still
for maybe three minutes
while the finches sang
on the branches
under the curved skylight.
Such a short measure of time
to fill me up so full.
Poet's
Notes: Some years ago, I took my daughter to the National
Aviary in Pittsburgh shortly after it opened a new grasslands exhibit area. It
was a relatively small, sky-lit space, with small, brightly colored birds that
perched on branches or flew past us as we stood there for a small, quiet moment
in the busyness that is life with a young child.
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