yellow finch sun-framed the window smeared
with the wet eye of a woodpecker
lying on the stones now neck broken
no wonder I take off for weeks on end
“What are you looking for?” you ask
I want flight speed when I don’t stop to think
I can get anywhere fast fling myself at my own reflection
find something good and hard
Copyright © Lesley Strutt. First appeared in Poem in Your Pocket Day 2018.
Lesley Strutt is a poet, playwright, essayist, novelist, and blogger living in Merrickville, Ontario. Her writing has appeared in anthologies, e-zines, as well as journals such as Montreal Serai, CV2, Prairie Fire, Ottawater, The Literary Review, Bywords, and the Canadian Woman Studies Journal. Her chapbook Small as Butterflies won the 2015 Tree Chapbook prize. Her first full-length collection of poems, Window Ledge, will be published by Inanna Publications in 2020. Find Lesley on Twitter at @lesleystrutt.