The Lyric Poem Prize

Warren Slesinger



Is it the tail
that flicks?

the feeder
the snow is packed
with footprints
and seeds.

With a wingtip
and beak, it steadies:

the wren,
no more than an ounce
of bone and feather
when it flits on the edge
of warmer weather.


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