Friday, February 12, 2010


I’d like to make you see with only words—
So squint and let imagination show
The brightening dawn and sound the singing birds
Beyond the window to your left, then go
Onto your backyard patio by way
Of the loud sliding door to the screened porch,
Letting that screen door slam as if to say
To any rodents near the picnic torch
“Avaunt, wee beasties, it’s the squirrels, not you,
I’m here to toss these peanuts to, so scat!
But not into our attic as you do
When it turns chill. Begone! I’ll call the cat!
All right, how did that work on the big screen
Inside your head? Did I transmit a scene?