musing idly, take 1

small mallards that circle
overhead are those mallards

up there not? lord you’d think
the park lake minnow bistro

would exert a little stronger
pull – yes I suppose a bit

like leash and collar.
Pigeons? oh no pigeons

never dealt me no hassle –
I suppose they recognize this yellow

umbrella well enough by now
to go on and ruin an unsuspecting

outdoor sherbet picnic
so they’ll have fresh news

to hand to the transatlantic
deliverance carrier

– oh a fantastic
vocation though these bones

have turned a bit brittle
but so breaks a branch that crushes

blooming azaleas – oh sure a bunch
of chrysanthemums go blue

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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