DUSTING OFF
DUSTING OFF YOUR SAVIOR
Have you ever noticed how on certain days
everyone you pass is either an elf or
miscreant? Well I’m having one of those
A small chickadee just appeared at my feet
Thinking it a rat I nearly crushed it Perhaps
a feathered Messiah? While just over there in front
of me people gather round a tree
There a bird likely from another world
is cacophonizing Hi Hi Huuuu Hi Hi Huuuu
But now a seachange And in the silence only very
hip people pass All polka dots smokes and grimaces
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Summer 2011
