I wonder what that bird is picking at
in that mostly bare tree -
is it drinking ice water?
are there bugs that it can eat (maybe some docile ants)?
is there a flower that I don't see
that it's drinking enticing nectar from?
Oh, I guess it didn't find
what it was looking for,
or it realized that what it found was indeed
just a mostly bare tree and not
an abundant one, or just maybe he ran
out of the imagination needed
to make-believe this mostly bare tree
into a truly abundant one.
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of being displaced
Poetrya realm of poetry that exists to mirror the world it is modeled after on this journey of discovering poetry