Spy Poetry: Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds by David Allan Evans

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Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds, 

 

the Venetian blinds

I dusted off

 

for my mother on

Saturday mornings,

 

closing, opening them

with the pull cord a few

 

times just to watch the outside

universe keep blinking,

 

as the flock suddenly

rises from November stubble,

 

hovers a few seconds,

closing, opening,

 

blinking, before it tilts,

then vanishes over a hill.

 

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2013 by David Allan Evans from his most recent book of poems, the Carnival, the Life, Settlement House, 2013. Poem reprinted by permission of David Allan Evans and the publisher

 

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