Since we are Speaking of Birds …
Submitted by jd via Comments
… many had roles in my hobby (?).
This one a small role but an important one…
Snowhorse to Snowbird
Snow on snow sculpts a horse
with jaunty cap from a crippled
tree – resurrects Linda, my horsey
companion in 1950’s Milwaukee.
A palomino ponytail fans her long
neck as our feet gallop up and down
ravines, along littered railroad
ties, across crowded playgrounds.
She recycles her lessons
on the upright that greens
my envy, helps me extinguish
eleven candles circling the cake
that emerged, smoking, from the one
oven I remember in my mother’s many
kitchens, hands me a bitter,
tutorial. In my palm, she places
her ailing parakeet just as it flies
from a final nest.
jmd2018

We’re vested in the birdy’s around here. More than is normal,
We get back more than we spend, and we spend heavy.