Imagism: A Passing Space Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Imagism: A Passing Space



A newborn in it’s nesting place—
Silently I watched from above
As it drew out leisurely to its full length
Like a cowboy stretching saddle cramped legs.
I dare not speak or sigh my sadness,
Considering sounds that might dispel the moment
Like a barking dog that’s been let loose.

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