Fuck you bird

Fuck you bird. You’re on my leaf.
We compromised
and the bird took the leaf.

I smoked my cigar
wanting to know more about the bird.
After he took my leaf I watched him fly into the trees

That bird made a lot of noise in those trees
with my leaf
I let the smoke engulf my face
while I thought about why I cared
about the bird and life and race and black and white

Have the leaf
it wasn’t really mine

The bird was a cardinal.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

 

 

A Flower for Mom –

Our father said we’ll leave early, get groceries, and flowers for mom
we picked up stones in the driveway. that always made him happy
it was hot and we were dirty but we didn’t care because we’d make mom smile
noon came and went and he still hadn’t gotten out of bed
we left picking rocks behind and looked for flowers in the field
we were lucky to have a field
most don’t have a field

-M. Taggart