My Collusion In This Global Warming..... Poem by John Tansey

My Collusion in this Global Warming


Like the single bird I bought
Because it was cheaper than the pair,

That knows the polished glass it nestles upto,
At night, is just a reflection of itself.


I, too, know the back of my hand
Upon my cheek is no other but my own.

Evening allows such creative liberties;
And the mind will indulge the fool if it has to.


The neighbors respect my right to such oddities;
They seldom intrude.

But therein is their crime, as mine was
To break up such a lifelong, devoted pair of birds.



3.4.8 John Tansey




Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey