All is Lost

This poem grew from reading a poem by Ezra Pound, The Sea of Glass. The poem begins with the same words I began my poem with, I looked and saw.

All is Lost

I looked
and saw a finch
still
upon the fence post;

it neither twitched
nor flicked,
but drilled
its eyes

into the dry grass
where seed
spilt
from the feeder

after a grackle
struggled
to find its perch
on the feeder’s cap,

cawing, scratching,
at the hush
that draped
a moment,

but now
all is lost.

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