Flamingo Watching
By Kay Ryan
Wherever the flamingo goes,
she brings a city’s worth
of furbelows. She seems
unnatural by nature—
too vivid and peculiar
a structure to be pretty,
and flexible to the point
of oddity. Perched on
those legs, anything she does
seems like an act. Descending
on her egg or draping her head
along her back, she’s
too exact and sinuous
to convince an audience
she’s serious. The natural elect,
they think, would be less pink,
less able to relax their necks,
less flamboyant in general.
They privately expect that it’s some
poorly jointed bland grey animal
with mitts for hands
whom God protects.
Copyright Credit: Kay Ryan, “Flamingo Watching” from Flamingo Watching. Copyright © 1994 by Kay Ryan. Used by permission of Copper Beech Press <copperbeechpress.com>.
Source: Flamingo Watching (Copper Beech Press, 1994)