Old Man Conversing With Blackbird

 Old Man Conversing With Blackbird

There’s an old man conversing with a blackbird

high in a sycamore across the street, whistling

up at it, grinning.

Odd-looking guy, long grey hair, pale face;

heavy coat pinned tight around his neck

almost down to his ankles; you can’t miss him.

Nuts, I’d say; oblivious to people passing,

looking at him; not dangerous though,

maybe to himself.

Only person on the street going nowhere,

like a rock in a stream; I think someone should come

and get him; put him somewhere safe.