Poetry

May 7, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Don Krieger

 

 

 

After Sunday Breakfast

 

 

Perched on a branch

she stares this way, that way

I open the window,

move to the other

She hops up the branch,

looks back, flies

 

I search online

yellow beak breast bird

She’s a robin

not quite grown, precious

Do they see such things

in Gaza?

 

 

 

 

Click here for an audio reading of the poem

 

 

 

 

 

Don Krieger

I have built satellites, worked in the operating room, been in a cult, …

I earn my living as part of a group which is trying to understand and treat head injury.

In my poetry and short blog pieces, I want to express ideas with unambiguous clarity and intensity.

I willingly sacrifice rhyme and meter, art, cleverness, elegance, and beauty for these.

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