April 11, 2019Poem

Rhubarb.

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Rhubarb.

Birds sing

They squawk and talk

Chit chat about this and that

Covetting nesting sites

Swallows have aerial fights

As crows win the war

Dogs have conversations

Across the fence

Lone wolves howl

Tigers growl

And startled Brown snakes hiss

Lovers kiss

On the back porch

Caught in the sweep

Of a Policeman’s torch

Children ignore

Angry whispers

In the dark

Drugs change hands

In the park

Nobody stops

To look at the stars

Or opens their cars

To the wind

Nobody hears

The sound of your tears

And no one

Is troubled to listen