bird
on a
wire
flips
its tail
wind
rushes
and bends my
willow
tree
black grackle
hops
and
rushes
to water
silver
bird
has
black
wing tips
life
is a
test
of
patience
feel the rush
on my bicycle
peddling fast
down a dirt road
turn and crash
a teacher
once said
the answer
is
all around you
I pluck
my
Kalimba
for
rain
Willow
sways
to the tune
of the
wind
role
reversal
Mother
is like
a child
Neighbor
smiles
from his
side of
the fence
end of day
takes
the weight
off
my feet