Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


Flock of sparrows takes

charge of the plaza grounds

controlling the ebb and flow of bird

excursions telling everyone

to follow rules obey traffic signals

and certainly stop

at the intersection, look

both directions before fluttering to

the other side toward

pizza joint where there are

always plenty of crumbs

to eat while the young

sparrow sitting on the tree branch

contemplating, internal seeker

of truth composes his daily poem

and clipping his wing feathers he writes

no need for these anymore



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