I love the idea of talking to birds on the bench
at noon with my sack lunch and newspaper beside me.
It wouldn’t be the most impractical thing I did today,
talking to birds, but it would be up there. It’s early,
so who knows. After the birds I have to get to the post office
for stamps, and bring home some of their free boxes.
I have letters to mail, a scarf to send to a friend
from college. It’s winter back east. Out west, magpie.
I’ve talked to magpie before. They’re nothing like these
pigeons. These pigeons and these ducks. And there
in the wide lawn, two geese, confused.