New Picture, Old Poem

The sky, today, burns October clear, blue as flame beyond words
The wind, today, blows through cottonwood leaves, whispers of words
The birds, today, abandon my feeder, save a grackle, lost from his flock
I am lost for words today
Today, I am that grackle, those leaves, this sky, these words, lost in a flock of
Cottonwood leaves

James Brush

James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.

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