poetry - jack sender - all of my life
the winterberry is out
so are the robins
working hard to eat all they can
before flying South
or so, then to return in the winter.
i am not a bird charter,
only reporting what i think
will be. i have read the red
winterberry fruit is a favorite of robins.
already they have nearly cleaned
the bushes of berrys
Against the Yankees, first inning.
Three to nothing. There are fans who
haven’t had their first beer and
their team is wrapping the season
before they can sit down.
Want to talk football instead?
i’ll do what fifty thousand other fans
will do - hang on.
What do you say, feeling okay.
Arbitrary. Out of the way.
Monday’s usually, seems to
be followed by another day.
Great answers are not
Always found each time
You look, you see. Often
The good line occurs to me
During the evening and
I don’t write it down;
So you know where it ends up.
