Plover and I

Up and down the gutter

Plover trots like a little penguin

Strutting importantly to the tune

Of a poem, pecking at imaginary

Words nesting on the rooftop

Waiting to fly. We stare at each other

Plover and I, across the divide

High above the garden, your

False nest my gestating metaphor

For a brooding line’s distraction.

 

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