Saturday, September 5, 2015

The cardinal

Sometimes there is power in a passing remark.

The cardinal alights
On the pine
Next to the front window
Lit by the morning sun
Then flies away.
It was a short visit
But he was perfectly framed
By the middle window pane
As if
As if
He’d planned it
Or as if
Someone had planned it.

The next day
A matter-of-fact woman tells me,
In passing,
Apropos of nothing,
As if an afterthought,
You know
Some people think
A cardinal appearing
Is someone who has died
And has come
To say “Hi.”

Then I remembered
The cardinal
From the day before.

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