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Richard Swanson


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Zigzag snow mole
only your tail showing
I get your anger,
your cursive going this way,
that way, wild and
scrawled
and squiggled
letters collapsing
as fast as you write them
in all this fluff below the feeder.

Look, I'm tending the birds
okay, clearing a space for
the juncos, and didn't intend
this utter intrusion, this
whole upheaval, your
dis-
com-
bobulation

I'm out of here, leaving you
freshly uncovered, nuts
corn, safflower, millet:
night snack things.

Enjoy.
Watch for the owls.
Stay warm down there,
burrowed, wherever.

© by Richard Swanson.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

 

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Richard Swanson is a retired English teacher who lives in Madison, Wisconsin. The author of Men in the Nude in Socks (2006) and Not Quite Eden (2010), both published by Fireweed Press, Richard is widely published in literary magazines. His poems are noted for their humor and humanity and often focus on popular culture. Learn more about Richard here.

 


Post New Comment:
Phyllis Beckman:
Hmmmm. A picturesque metaphor of "life lifing". Thanks, Richard.
Posted 01/29/2011 05:11 AM


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