Today's poem is by Joe Wenderoth
Regarding The Intentional Attendance Of Poetry Readings
Our neighbors, directly behind us,
have an aviary. Maybe eighty birds:
cockatiels, parrots, parakeets,
little tropical songbirds.
Sometimes a sparrow hawk,
a native to the region,
comes and sits on top of the cage.
I've seen him,
seen the way he comes.
The racket beneath him, curiously enough,
doesn't die down.
The racket, it seems, doesn't know any better
the racket is forever the racket.
He sits atop it,
conspicuous in his silence,
barely bothering to look down
through the screen.
What his sitting there means to accomplish
in rare pressing lulls
be distinguished from happy departure.
Copyright © 2007 Joe Wenderoth All rights reserved
from No Real Light
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