All day
I've listened to the song
of a single cardinal
ripple stillness
just outside my office window.
An opera in red tux
his neck is a spring
stretching an aria
through the cluttered house
of sound, awakening memories
of events since past.
The timbre enlivens my heart.
I can almost touch
what once was
as it floats between
song and wind. An inflection
so crisp, that I’m convinced
the cardinal sings for more
than to merely texture
the commotion. His tune
incites another gift.
He performs daily
tireless and without hoarseness
to make sad hearts flutter.
Michael Keshigian, author of five poetry chapbooks, has been widely published in numerous publications, including ByLine Magazine, California Quarterly, Oyez Review, Bellowing Ark, and Ibbetson Street Press. He has been a feature writer for The Aurorean, Bellowing Ark, Poetree Magazine, Pegasus Review, The Illogical Muse, Cynic Magazine. He is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee.
[Synergist first appeared in the Red River Review]
