Birthday Flowers

Who drips the sunset in a cup

To toast in drooping silken robes?

Emblazoned gold or fractured gleam

Bejeweled of dew to drink a dream

Of tiny beaks and the fuzzy bottom

And raises it up to totality —

Happy Birthday, Bluebird!

Albatross

Justin P. Cooper is American Cyborg’s Poet

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