Western Tan
A brilliant yellow bird with a scarlet head,
A tanager, I mean, is sitting in the willows
Singing,
by the White River,
singing
It is neither white nor whitewater,
This muddy vein of life that flows placidly
Through the hollowed desert where energy
Comes straight from your college textbook
Burning,
gas and coal,
burning
Click the image below to read more of Amy Brunvand’s poetry:
http://www.canyoncountryzephyr.com/2014/12/02/more-poets-fewer-lawyers-poetry-by-amy-brunvand/
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