A Leaf That Might Be a Bird

A Poem about Appearances

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Everything is waking up

The world is singing

Coffee poured in a cup

I step outside

My neighbor smokes

Every morning

I try to meditate

The cigarette is gone

In a minute

I am all alone

Surrounded by birdsong

I open and close

The eyes

Stare across the street

Sipping coffee

Taking breaths

Holding in

I see something

Yellow

Is it a bird

Or a leaf

So hard to tell

I watch

And wait

Wondering

When it will move

Or if anything is

Ever

What it seems

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