Years and years of
flamingos, there were no
other things. And then,
suddenly, all at once, for no
discernible reason, during mid-afternoon
(of all time for God’s sake),
they stayed exactly
as they
had been.
Occasional head-wetting,
toe shuffling, rufflings
that could at their
most intense
be mis-
construed
as minor
convulsions.
Photo: Pam Shu/The Georgetown Voice and Antonio Litterio/Wikimedia Commons
