Give me the Birds

Timing
 
Shooting Bucky  Balls, say
(as it were), scooting  by every
one except a lone ranger with a
catchers mitt leaning over stadium
walls  hoping to secure a pop hit
&  willing to take a tumble
 
“Where do you get your ideas from?”
matrons or patrons will ask the poet
reading poems at the book store
book club, a standard
question

OR:
 
   “Well, what can we do to help
     the poor,  the illegal immigrant
     far  away, volcanic relief, snail
     darters…
 
     asking an activist guest lecturer
     raising after dinner awareness
 
     Write your congressman
     Give teas
     Get out the vote
     Go door-to-door
 
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It’s like ideas are little birds as
in  “a little birdie told me,” fine
feathered friends mostly small,
some large, and they fly around,
my pretty little mischiefs, looking
to land, roost, brood  and scoot
by most every one only because
no room in the inn to entertain &
be entertained;

But, like, I’m Chicago’s O’Hare
International & you can give me
the birds, the more birds, the
better if not always merrier.
It's a mess, though. Some
dirty birds.