Easter in Birdland
Mr. Yard Bird…
Mr. Yard Bird…
cognac reed soaked up tight
cognac reed soaked up tight
hangs on from some silver wire
hangs on from some silver wire
then glides off
then glides off
pregnant with another fantastic egg
pregnant with another fantastic egg
and all the day long
and all the day long
sporting some improbable floppy hat
sporting some improbable floppy hat
unattached to his head,
unattached to his head,
bopping…
bopping…
soaring…
soaring…
raindrops drip from my St. Lucie roof
raindrops drip from my St. Lucie roof
while I, ensconced so perfectly,
while I, ensconced so perfectly,
reflect on another hip image of the world,
reflect on another hip image of the world,
and after the shower
and after the shower
abducted by a bed of drenched Pascua daisies and sunflowers,
abducted by a bed of drenched Pascua daisies and sunflowers,
a family of butterflies deliriously drink deeply from within
a family of butterflies deliriously drink deeply from within
meanwhile, somewhere some soggy park bench rests,
meanwhile, somewhere some soggy park bench rests,
blessed again by Mother Oak,
blessed again by Mother Oak,
enduringly waits for the sun
enduringly waits for the sun
while we children innocently sniff at Yardbird’s fleeting bop bubbles,
while we children innocently sniff at Yardbird’s fleeting bop bubbles,
unbroken bones
unbroken bones
made obsolete by each exact moment’s loss
made obsolete by each exact moment’s loss
and so too a hovering polar baby bird
and so too a hovering polar baby bird
enchanted every second by her fledgling life,
enchanted every second by her fledgling life,
carries on
carries on
the breath’s improvised
the breath’s improvised
extraordinary flight for freedom
extraordinary flight for freedom
4/1/18
4/1/18
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday