Bird Feeder

by Toma M. Ray

I wait for you 
Shoulder line tense and hard 
Broad beaches teeter sand 
I stand; a bird feeder for the stray
A pit a stop a full on monsoon 
Tracing rims with fingers of doom 
Once upon a time a story teller 
Blowing glass into beautiful shapes 
I wait for you razor clean 
A hairless baby in its crate

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Born in Russia, raised in Israel, Toma M. Ray has called Montreal home since 2006. Childhood memories include the opera house (off stage and on) in Tel-Aviv. Writing has been a lifelong pursuit and passion. A polyglot, Toma writes in several languages. Flowing from a body of work in Hebrew, this poem is a part of Toma’s debut work in English.