Bird, Watching


The black phoebe observing me
From the power line just above the porch
Vanishes suddenly
As if through a portal
Between this universe
And the one next door
Probably hoping to spot there
A species more exotic and colorful
Than this drab old bird
Sitting in a lawn chair
With a book in his lap.

By Buff Bradley

black phoebe perching on the wooden pole


Buff Whitman-Bradley’s poetry has appeared in many print and online journals, including Atlanta Review, Bryant Literary Review, Concho River Review, Crannog, december, Front Range Review, Hawai’i Review, Pinyon, Rockhurst Review, Solstice, Third Wednesday, Watershed Review, and others. He has published several collections of poems, most recently, To Get Our Bearings in this Wheeling World. His interviews with soldiers who refused to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan became the book About Face: Military Resisters Turn Against War. He lives in northern California with his wife Cynthia.

Photo by Eiko Tsuchiya

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