Thursday, March 31, 2011

THE MIDAS BIRD

THE MIDAS BIRD

Perched upon a dead, gray tree,
A single ibis views
A valley ringed by twilight hills-
But, from where I stand, I see
Far sun west-gleaming golden hues.
And suddenly,
With a Midas touch, it wills
The white bird into gold for me.
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