through the glass, her pale mouth opening
so wide you can see the tonsils shrink back a little.
She widens and narrows the O of her mouth
in silence, like a pupil, and suddenly you are blushing
like the tonsils of her eye. All around her, the
chattering carp
and sunfish close their mouths, one after the other,
like they’ve swallowed a row of almonds.
They cannot simply say, “O!” but would rather pull down
their lips, like clams in disapproval. Only you can see
her
mouthing the words, “My hero, de Niro, Cairo, zero, five
zero.”
Wow! Great imagery, both pictures and poem. I hope this is a blog forever.
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Jenny
Love the pigeons Lovely poem. Thank you Jorge
ReplyDeleteI love it!! Thank you
ReplyDeleteExcellent pictures!
ReplyDeleteLovely blog! Thank you for great photos! Poem is beautiful to.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Did you put the water bowl out for the pigeons to bathe in?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments, everyone! And yes, I just put out the water bowl and sat back for the show.
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