Compete, and everywhere, competitors; cooperate, and everywhere, culture.
Feathered Ephemera
After I had set up the bird feeder
and filled it with seeds,
the past entered into my lungs
like an old friend in a gray overcoat
coming into the house out of November.
For a few moments
I (not seemed) was an earlier adult,
vibrant with hints and smells,
living younger in this aging body
as forgotten feelings blazed up
in the tangy wind.
Today, sparrows are flitting about the feeder
enjoying seedy morsels that heat them
against crackling winter mornings.
Cheerio, sparrows!
Each wiggly one of you
betokens a forgotten coloration
in the cup of my soul.
Cheerio! Eat your fill
before the neighbor's cat
eats his.
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Alan Harris