Birds in Flight
By Paul Walsh
Darwin really nailed it, didn’t he? Really caught that melody
that matches every lyric in the song of life.
The prime IF-THEN statement buried deep
in the basic program of existence:
Darwin really nailed it, didn’t he? Really caught that melody
that matches every lyric in the song of life.
The prime IF-THEN statement buried deep
in the basic program of existence:
winter very quick poem
out my window
white snow begins, again
another wondering winter blast
What do you use to stuff the crack under death’s door?
plain dirty laundry sweet sour and constant
the neverworn wedding dress
left hand gloves
I put her to bed, frail as a torn rag,
and tried to erase the images
of her rickety legs at the edge of the chair,
my hands under her bony seat,
You gave no sign of knowing
I was there
tucked behind pussywillows
at the riverbank