Robert Pinsky said, "The longer I live, the more I see there's something about reciting rhythmical words aloud — it's almost biological — that comforts and enlivens human beings."
House Finch
Maybe the house finch
sees me as I am. The ochre-
like an embarrassment
is the color he shows me
as we peer at each other.
Or an obtained color
from seeing something
not meant to be viewed.
Perhaps the house finch
truly shows that color
when humans are about,
and the true self, like me
is dull, with feathers askew.
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