Diane Webster


The kaleidoscope of sunset broke
across the sky shattering
sparrows into pine-tree bedrooms
where vision looks out needles
like horizontal blinds peeked
through in the faith of seeing outside
but not being seen inside
in huddled chirp silence.

Promote. Poetry.
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