Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Tuesday Poem: "Paired Things" by Kay Ryan

Who, who had only seen wings,
could extrapolate the

skinny sticks of things

birds use for land,

the backward way they bend,

the silly way they stand?

And who, only studying

birdtracks in the sand,

could think those little forks

had decamped on the wind?

So many paired things seem odd.

Who ever would have dreamed

the broad winged raven of despair

would quit the air and go

bandylegged upon the ground,

a common crow?

by Kay Ryan

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