The North Sea
Forgot its north
And its ripples
When
A
profound shadow
Of brown eyes and of
await
Invited me
To see through
… There was an island
And a stormy night
There was a parrot
Older than its cage
And a fallen tree
Behind which Vidar,
Petar and Saša
Let me see through
Again
What I had seen once
Or twice
… But next to the North
Sea
All felt new
That stormy night
Even
When the parrot cage
door
Was left open
But the old
Parrot
Stayed
In
December 4, 2022
© Vahé A. Kazandjian,
2022
