Poetry Porch: Poetry


Where’s the black bird
by Jennifer Burch

Where’s the black bird
coming from or going to?
He’s not still and barely
shows departing from
the blackest silent word.
I rarely know what whim
such image takes. Another
time I saw a lake. It mimics
he who flies the dark
and all that happy
absence makes—

Copyright © 2011 by Jennifer Burch.