Bird Watching
You’re looking through the lens,
then a flare of orange sherbet, a Baltimore Oriole!
Your wide-eyed grin is hard to look away from.
A bright splash of tangerine,
flashes of white on each black wing,
a bedazzle of delight.
You keep smiling into the camera -
a moment of euphoria.
If the metropolis is anything like the bird
Baltimore must be golden city in the clouds
yet even I know that’s a cock-eyed vision.
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