the flamingo
redwood mists
hauntingly drift
about the rigging
of a rusted ship
with the scrappy stance
of a 1930s boxer
they say she was found
after a storm
no crew aboard
engine running
steady on
against the waves
down at the docks
she is still ill used
and nobody calls her pretty
FLAMINGO blazes red
across her black stern
and none among the living
can claim her
