Francis Santaquilani


Flinch - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

A herron,
Staring straight
Into the cold wind,
Stands steady
On a branch
No thicker than
It's skinny legs,
And looks down at
Another herron
Standing in the river,
Also staring straight
into the cold wind,
Its skinny legs battered
By cold, choppy
Waves launched in
A tugboat's wake.

My thick calves
And thighs shiver
Under my heavy pants.
I turn from the cold wind.
They win again.


Comments about Flinch by Francis Santaquilani

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 9, 2010



[Report Error]