Birds of a Feather

Here is my poem featured by George Wallace in "Walt's Corner" in The Long Islander, right next to a photo of Walt Whitman. The Long Islander was founded by Walt himself in 1838. Thrilled!

Eight birds
perched on a lamp-post
extending over the highway
grip against tremors
caused by wind upriver
and the Prime Chix truck
roaring underneath
Premiere Poultry Distribution
all the way from Foodmart Road

Eight birds
perched on a lamp-post
wish they were someplace else
anywhere but this lamp-post
squawk incessantly
about their outrage
and seem to have forgotten
the prime directive about birds--
they know how to fly


  1. Despite knowing how to fly, we all find ourselves trapped between the roadway and the market..

    Congratulations on being featured!

    1. Foodmart Road. I can only imagine!
      Thanks, Kerry... Very wonderful, I had forgotten about this until I received my copy of the paper in the mail this week. :)

  2. That's wonderful, Marian! You've brought yourself to a higher level undoubtedly!

    As to your poem, some people may dispute what others are doing when these do not impact directly on them. Great thoughts!



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