The Flamingo

A Poem by Stefon Napier

Within the sphere of my head, I am safe, though

there could be a number of things that I am running away from.

A stuffed flamingo on a shelf, watches the room.

It watches the sick child whose body seems to ignore the voices

congregated in the hall.

Tomorrow the flamingo will be placed in the attic.

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Added on April 5, 2015
Last Updated on April 5, 2015

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