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.
