Five Flamingoes
Five
flamingoes
last night
dreamed
about me.
Their
single
supporting
legs
twitched
in their
sleep,
causing
concentric
circles
to ripple
around them,
five
concentric
circles
to the
5,000th
power,
like a quite
confounding
Venn diagram
describing
the fickleness,
the changing face
of water.
When the flamingoes
awoke,
they gawked
at each other;
their mouths
gaped.
They knew
instinctively
(by the patterns
in their home,
the water, maybe)
they all had
the same dream,
but they couldn't
say what it was.
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3 comments:
I like this poem a lot! Nice work, Shafer.
...so where are the rest of these zoo poems?
jaime doesn't think that it would be a good idea to get a monkey. she thinks it would attack and chew her face off. or mine. i told her monkeys aren't boyfriends. six of one, half dozen of the other, she replied.
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