The Cardinal, by Henry Carlile

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Not to conform to any other color
is the secret of being colorful.
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He shocks us when he flies
like a red verb over the snow.
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He sifts through the blue evenings
to his roost.
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He is turning purple.
Soon he’ll be black.
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In the bar’s dark I think of him.
There are no cardinals here.
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Only a woman in a red dress.
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“The Cardinal” from Running Lights by Henry Carlile

I’ve been Spotted by Spring Noel (Flickr)

I’ve been Spotted by Spring Noel (Flickr)

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