Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
Caprice
It's minuscule
smallest of all the sparrows
called 'chipping'
seated on the branch
rufous headed
and I can hardly believe
that brilliant trill
repetitious though it is
trips off that
tiny throat.
It's spring
we watch the birds
looping spirals of chase
through the air
and we know what they're
.... up to
the little beggars.
Well for all we know
that's a lusty song
the sparrow's
repeating and verses
if we had Solomon's talent
might equal anything
Chaucer wrote at his
most ribald.
.... Meanwhile
they're absorbed in
flight and coy capture
enraptured by
in-flight coitus
thrilled by consummation
up in the air. I've
never tried it that way.
c. 1980 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Mamashee, a Literary Quarterly, Summer Issue 1980
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