It’s slow at the bar, so you get another poem. This is from that same early-2000s period that poems like “Muted, Yet Splashing” and “Concert of the Night” are from. Hope you enjoy it. I am now the second bird.
A Matter of Character
Spring springs, as the open window allows the sound
Of blackbirds foraging in the backyard leaves,
For worms an other slithering treats.
Not recognizing the sound, I think
Maybe the man has come to check the meter,
Or maybe a nerighbor is raking leaves.
I approach the window;
All but two of the birds take wing.
One senses that he is alone and
Flies off to find the others,
Like a five year-old realizing he has been left
on a church play’s stage alone.
The other remains, not noticing me or my proximity,
Only the worms.
I am the first bird wanting to be the second.
26 february 2001–English 399