FLAMINGOS
When they are all metal - pink painted -
standing on a front lawn - forget it,
they get neither my gasp nor my awe.
But when they are flesh and blood,
pink winged - dancing through splashing
wet waves - rising above the surf - then ….
Then I’m seeing God’s grandeur and
finger snapping creativity and laugh
and surprise and scream, “Look! Look!”
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2015
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