Poem: The Birdman

 

 

 

 

The Birdman

Sea spray wets his lips
where he plays in the coves
at the base of the cliffs,
curls his hair to a darker hue
as he spills
pale green stones
from inattentive hands,
to lay in shallow pools
and turn his eyes to stormy skies.

-Red Haircrow, 2 March 2011

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