messy birds

messy birds, flinging birdseed

over the deck floor from the translucent

suction-cupped feeder on my window

i sweep and try to gather up the bits

between the metal ridges, sighing,

but not regretting the glorious spread

of their wings as they land

on the narrow ledge to dip and pick

my privilege to watch them ungrateful

but happy to feed amid all our man-

made changes to their natural world

poeming pigeon

ahhh -- i received my copy of the new Poetry Box anthology and read and re-read the poetry and look deeply into the color art. I am moved to be part of such a fine book. Whew