Rimbus, vol.1-2

Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....

I Heard A Strange Bird

I heard a strange bird
the other day
jawing an elegy for summer
feathered in black
he lamented the past

beaked hollow strings
for might-have-been things.
Yet it spurned my sympathy
was looking for privacy
and all the same sat there

calling its sorrow.
that damn old bird
recalled time standing still
living the past
instead of tomorrow.

c. 1979 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Rimbus, Fall 1979