Tuesday, October 18, 2016

A Fall Evening

That was the day I lost my glasses,
A fall evening
Sparrows everywhere
heydaying away in the apple trees.

I still wonder if they‘re stuck up there
Hanging on a limb somewhere
I never thought to look among the branches.
I hated my glasses anyway
with their scratchy earpieces
and their flesh-colored frames.

Yet mostly I remember sparrows
Squabbling away with the interloping squirrels.

Apple Trees Along the Jogging Path, Central Park