Thursday, May 2, 2013


Fat hungry
robin out my
window—I wonder
darkly—are you
ever bored?
At first, I almost
want your bobbing
to seem to me
like busy
nodding—but look!
how quick
your frenzied
darting, gulping
secret grubby
prizes in the
lawn make crystal-
clear your rude
and wordless answer—
what a boring

thing to ask!