Self Consideration
I have reached the day
of small triumphs. In spite
of rain, the eagle sits perched
on a high branch of my tree.
Yesterday, and for several days,
a possum lay dead, only to become
my possum by the road.
Now the carcass is gone.
I think my eagle survives
out of my sight and escaping
my memory.
My self considers
whether so many leaves will fall
for me to think more generously
toward the changing season,
whether summer songbirds will return
next year, or if they will have heard
of my greed for wings and songs.
If so, events will not proceed
according to my plan, to my chagrin.
Yes, Poetry, various acceptances of photos since 2011, but only 6 can I find posted:
https://yespoetry.tumblr.com/tagged/photography/page/5; AND https://issuu.com/yespoetry/docs/september
Here are 4 that were not published:
Young Ravens Lit Review, a photo, On the Rocks HI 293 rte 72, accepted 10/17/18; posted 12/22/18
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