Low cursing gossips
from two passing teenaged girls—
then giddy laughter!
However distant
they still burn and chill at once—
fire truck sirens
Little cat’s white legs
dashing across the asphalt—
winter afternoon
*
Seeing the grey sky
in a puddle in the street—
an empty mirror
By the way a man
crosses the street you can tell
his view of the world
Saturday morning—
wake up and watch the hail blow
and go back to bed
*
In bed with the flu—
lulled by waves of distant cars,
the cat at my feet
Entranced by the sway
of wet leaves in a soft breeze—
hissing April rain
A morning bird sings
TsooEE! TsooEE!—then
triplet
bursts of Twit-twit-twit!
*
A brawny old oak
raises its limbs to the sun
while lusty birds croon
Crow on a wire calls
to another, who calls to
another—they’re off!
Pause before a house—
and then its soothing music
I no longer hear
*
Clouds don’t look hungry—
there is so much sky to go
around and around
Two sparrows burst like
fountain sprays from the sidewalk—
what’s exciting them?
Dimes in his rough hand—
only difference between
him and me is luck
.
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