A Flying Bagatelle Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A Flying Bagatelle



A Flying Bagatelle

Through the open door
come flying
a sparrow grey
of no distinction
it sat on
the printer
looked at me
quizzically
the phone rang
startled it flew to the
window
caught in the curtains
I got it lose
carried the bird
to the door let it go
that was all
no epiphany
nothing mystical
just a bewildered bird
and a ringing phone

Monday, November 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pleasure
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