Monday, October 4, 2010

"Black Phoebe"

Sure as a leaf tangled in spider thread
means there are spiders (and trees), feral cats
mean feral-cat food thrives beneath our tread.
But they're asleep now—or maybe got caught.
Through the conference-room window—from inside—


I see a small bird with black back and white
belly whack the dragonfly in its beak
against the rail—once, twice, thrice—then it eats—
gone—and flits from view faster than a spark.
After the meeting, I check the bird guide

we keep in the creative lounge we call
"the hatchery," where, by bay views, we come
up with ways for our clients to attract
money from people through multiprong cam-
paigns. We're some brains behind AB&C.

All these entities of mind, mouth and limb.
Once, out to lunch, I saw jellyfish swim.

DA

1 comment:

  1. "I see a small bird with black back and white
    belly whack the dragonfly in its beak
    against the rail—once, twice, thrice—then it eats—
    gone—and flits from view faster than a spark."

    Brilliant.

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