The Finches

This poem was one in a group of my poems that won the Lucy Hall Gordon Prize at my University. =]

Flit from

Space to space

Incapable of stilling

For even the slightest moment

Small cyclones scattering debris

 

Atop shrubs

They’ll nest in impossible places

But watch . . .

Vaulting around arches and then

Spiraling past gardens

 

Alighting on dusty dirt roads for

Their personal dust baths

 Nestled in dips and divots in

Along

The same spots

 

Your old pickup bounces

And jerks

Pesky holes

Lovely to those small winged bits of life

Refreshed, feeling rather restless

 

Careening around the corners

Of houses

Startling those within

Up with the dawn, waking neighbors

With their chirps

 

Inconsiderate little fellows

You know?

 

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I tried to not smile. Failed!! Beautiful poem..... My goodness this was fun to read!! lol I wrote one of a Junco bird, so this one definitely caught my eye right away. I LOVE it. xoxo -Mark

[DiMar4u]

i loved this piece, thank you.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your capacity to make the language dance is extraordinary~ your words take flight and move in their gorgeous and intricately composed proximity of one to the other~ beautiful writing!~