Adam's Beanstalk

A daily adventure-bag of insights and old bones from an unknown poet in Manitoba's south. Caveat: Not everything is to be taken literally. Things are often shaded with poetic crayons; be the owl. Also, not all these bones are collected from different fields. Find themes that run througout each post and the journal as a whole; the most insignificant event may be part of an ear.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Addition

I heard a man from the back of the class say he watched a bluejay
clamp a stick with his beak and flew up to his wooden nest
but when he stopped to catch his breath dropped the stick
and to the snow it fell. And here the bird let out a puff
and looked below with teary eyes, a man who watched his favorite vase
toppled by his child. And doesn't know whether to break
the child or himself; but where to get a new vase, a new child...

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