Susan Denning

 

A front porch with a porch swing
is what the peasants aspire to.

Portland in the summer is still
Portland, but the birds believe
they have moved to an exotic location
where the sun is a fragile flower.

I resolve to remain impartial
when the trees gather in the forest.
I don’t notice the trees are made of paper.

The birds fly when I move the wires
connected to their wings.

Posted 03/14/10

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