Sunday, October 03, 2010

An afternoon in the tropics

a glide
a chirp
the french manicured plume
of the white breasted
little bird
in the Burmese Days
of a sleepy mid afternoon
amid tea shops in Myaungmya
fluttering on its way to
finding Grorge Orwell in Burma

1 comment:

Eva van Beek said...

Lurve the poem! Thanks!