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Ursula


06.08.16 Posted in today's words by

John Grey’s most recent poem to appear here was “Car Nerd” (May 2014) 

URSULA
By John Grey

She puts seed out for the birds in winter,
watches from the iced-up window
as they leap from dish to barren lilac bush
and back again.

She plays cupid for cardinals,
orchestra leader for the tit-mouse
and the chickadee,
ushers the homely sparrows
through another bitter night.

The busy beak
is where she finds substance.
Bird instinct,
bird ignorance of its benefactor,
is where her love’s sustained.

With each chilly day,
she passes out of people
She’s unafraid to lose something in herself,
then find it flighty, feathered, elsewhere.



2 Responses to “Ursula”

  1. Great visualization.

  2. Bobbie Troy says:

    Same comment. I love the pictures that this poem paints. I feel simpatico with Ursula.

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