Vaudeville Singer
Starlings fly at a distance
why do I believe these black beads to be Starlings?
they are so far away
against a powder pink sky her neck
and black bushes of trees stretching long
the black fur of her dress
trailing soft snow
a delicate fringe
then a pause
the break in a song
a blue sky to melancholic black
this is the mood.
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2010
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