If I could see
If I could see airwave visions and drift on a draft
I'd probably feel like I do when I feel it's true, it's true:
love IS the glowing light inside of all of us
lifting us up, making us hope another day
commuting on congested roads, red light stalls testing patience
look up at the communities of birds on the wire
black birds, huddle together
why on THAT wire and not another?
I always wonder at their choice
is it for conversation?
or are they a flying V group?
Up, up, and away they travel as one pulsating body of black birds
looking up as I do I notice the places they sit
all these years wishing to fly, I envy them the high perch
to see everything below from up there
higher than a tree, higher than a roof-top
we had roof-top gardens in the city I grew up in
tar-covered patches and potted plants
but I loved the view
even with the laundry lines a kid could feel free up there
in the sun
mini-mouse tries to recall how to make a little noise
The weather's right to sing tonight
(while looking at the moon)
I'd be outside just wand'ring round
if I could find a tune
I need to find a simple rhyme
(to organize my mind)
a simple rhyme, that goes in time
like those from sticks gone by
I've lost the habit of saying much
(but 'spose I might retrieve it)
I've lost the knack of spinning out
but 'spose I'd best re-weave it
Don't eat the fake food!
Once there was a plastic carrot
it looked like a real carrot and it smelled like a real carrot so
all the guinea pigs hoped for it!
they squealed and peeped and made a lot o' noise
but, ultimately, it was only a plastic carrot
so even the ones that tasted it didn't like it all that much
Anne Marie Scotto is a writer living in Florida.
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