Friday, May 07, 2010

Rewrite of old poem

Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass

you stood near the winter
swimming pool, like a little
mother, but with fur,

a lightweight skeleton,
hollow bones, the age-old bell
on the collar,

your large palms
spread with shelled peanuts,
sunflower seeds, red millet,
white millet

1 comment:

Maria Garcia Teutsch said...

my cat killed a giant gopher the other day and then came up and puked it all up right outside the sliding glass door--heinous does not even describe it--and guess who had to clean it up while gagging?
the only thing left in tact was it's little head and glassy eyes staring at me.