Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Monday Morning

for my new friend, Renee, a flitter of fun and friendship

Sink into the empty loveseat
witness finches
flit fly flutter
bounce over the bannister
change direction
like hummingbirds
free as a ...

free as themselves
hang upside down
to eat captive suet
through the feeder cage
lest the magpie
in his tux and tails

take it all away
before chasing that squirrel
he'll never catch - the one who
runs circles around him
leaps branch to branch
in the spruce

chickadee, sparrow and finch
fly free, fed and happy
in their brown suits
spotted breast
or striped waistcoat
blushing head
or masked eyes

They don't stay long enough
for me to catch their names
or their eye
but they thank me
sing me
with their song

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Dodge and Drive

Yesterday behind the wheel:

I watch a man carry
the whole world in his hands
downtown on the street corner
dressed in business attire
he looks quite capable
of handling it but - not to worry -
it is just an inflatable globe.

A teen with a whole world
full of death wishes in his backpack
darts across six lanes of traffic
too busy, important or foolish
to walk the fifty metres
to the intersection
for safe passage

And another rolls across
through the intersection crosswalk
against the light on a longboard
rebels against
traffic control devices
that dare to say stop. Powerless
in face of immortal youth

This morning from the chaise:

Magpie, squirrel, finch and blackbird
flit, flight and fight around their feeder
like a flock of teen boys whose
whole world disappears
when food is involved
the daring and death defying

deeds of the day gone to seed

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