A Flamingo Poem by Hiroshi Satow

A Flamingo



She neither dances nor sings;
She just winks and twinkles
With whim and rhythm,
By which every thing and body,
Cars, buses, trains, and people
Of all ages, sexes, and races, is captivated;
Long-standing, one-legged;
This creature, slim and sweet:

A street signal.

Friday, December 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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