doubting revelry

Excuse me for my wayward
attitude. You see I missed

seminary ivy. You know there are
such things as libraries;

encyclopedias; or a sleek swift
perched on a line, trilling,

while watching the river slide by.
And how do you know he doesn’t happily

swim in a memory
of hopping on his chick

or maybe in the feathered universe
he goes by a name other than

a Swift? True he dazzles
in acrobatics, and maybe

he is an acrobat bird.
Imagine that. A silly swift

knows more about himself
than any of us will.


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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