Fernando Smith


Artist Poet Performer


The State of Things

The little bird stood
transfixed by the sun
St. Francis bent over
scooping the creature
in his kind palms

The wind was high
urging the poplars to curve
like reaching feathers

Ten minutes later
the bird, perched in a cage,
cursed the sun

in a fishbone voice
mistaken for delight.

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