Poems
by Diane Webster

 

 

Sound Then Sight

 

Sound of a helicopter –

I search the sky

and see a dove

take off

from a tree limb.

 

 

 

 

Sharper Still

 

Frost outlines

the saw blade’s

rusted teeth

making it look

sharper.

 

 

 

 

 

That Is The Question

 

A lone pigeon

perches

on the building’s

ledge.

To jump

or not to

jump?

 

 

 

 

 

Feet Below

 

The flooding river makes

trees tip of the iceberg

as ducks fly farther

from shore to shore

over a canopy of snags

only feet, duck feet, below.

 

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