City At Twilight

A poem

Photo by Alex Wigan on Unsplash

The plaintive bird outside is invisible,

not perched on the church spire,

nor in the palm trees below that shade the café;

it calls and calls, as if it’s lost something

I can only guess at, something

I, too, grieve for. The bird and I

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Sherryl Clark - writer, editor, poet.

Writer, editor, book lover — I've published many children's books and three crime novels for adults so far. I edit other people's fiction and poetry.