Songs of Home
Songbirds, but also talk-birds
Jays, Cardinals, Finches, Sparrows, Robins,
they pay their morning visits,
late morning by the time I attend
Discussing the weather in
the long, leafy days of July,
best days of the year,
proclaiming – who knows?
Work done. Eggs laid.
Spouse stuck home in the nest,
time for a stroll around the neighborhood
I'm here. I'm cool.
Are you cool?
Thinking of the
Future
trim them, cut them short,
rip them from the roots
knowing they will be back again next year,
the ill-placed evergreen expanding its wings to block the sun
expanding its borders into whatever's next door
The familiar creature spins its little hope
of a flower, a seed to secure tomorrow-land
The undesired, eagerly fertile, always expansive
big-talker with no sex appeal?
He's everywhere,
demanding to know what you plan to do with his earth
that's any better than he is
Still you keep going
You're finding hope around the next bend –
you have to find it somewhere:
The future.
Did you plant any of that?
And if you did,
is it very, very strong?
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