Sunday, September 15, 2019

Roof


It’s a chickadee, not a junco.

It’s a sparrow, not a chickadee.

It’s an acorn that’s mostly cap

with just a tiny bit of chin

sticking out.

It’s the red metal roof,

sundappled,

last years’ leaves

turned to dust in the gutters.

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