Birdbath

It’s cold tonight.

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Birdbath

A sparrow
perched
on the bath’s edge
taps

its beak
on the ice
that formed
trapping

a crimson
leaf,
banished
to this cold,

denied
its place,
its rest
where the wind

has swept
other leaves,
beneath
the forsythia

reaching
over the splintered fence
where a horse’s breath
warms the air.

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