Poetry in Motion
New York
The Owl
Arthur SzeThe Owl
The path was purple in the dusk.
I saw an owl, perched,
on a branch.
And when the owl stirred, a fine dust
fell from its wings. I was
silent then. And felt
the owl quaver. And at dawn, waking,
the path was green in the
May light.
This poem appears in Arthur Sze's collectionThe Redshifting Web: Poems 1970-1998 (Copper Canyon Press, 1998).
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