Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
Angelforms
It's so cold
chimney-smoke dangles
like wash from the sky.
Sparrows scrabble the snow
under our feeder
.... claiming rights and
quarreling. I watch them
pantomime life;
priorities of territory
and prestige
.... the battle
heating as two males
become a ball of wings
.... and claws
.. .... erupting in the air
carrying the struggle
to the snow-lapped ground.
Later, I see
angelforms in the snow.
c. 1978 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Waves, Fall 1978
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