ALLEGORY OF THE BIRD by Shine Ballard

the birds stirring,
chirrup, pitched
outside, snow falls
skirring

and i’ve no clue
why they’re so rest
less

through my picturewindow,
a rouge regard, stoically
alit, sits seen, un
ruffled

it, through the pane, i do perceive—
am i seen, as well
refracted


Shine Ballard, the loucheluftmensch, currently creates and resides on this plane(t).

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