earl j. wilcox : “avian architects”

 

For once, then, I’d like to be sitting on the edge

of the off-white cornice

of the post

on my front porch

to watch the two of you build your nest.

 

After you finish hatching again this year,

I will piece together clues about your architectural design—

the intricate ways in which

you weave and paste and excrement together

the straw and feathers and sticks and lespedeza tendrils and other riff-raff

which the two of you espied

in the yard,

fetched furiously but placed

with ample aplomb

on top of the antique light fixture

near the northernmost side

of the door,

a scant two feet

from the edge

of the off-white cornice

of the post

on my front porch.

 

Earl J Wilcox writes about baseball, aging, birds, hair stylists, dreaming, & life in the South. His poems appear in The Centrifugal Eye, Strange Horizons, Underground Voices, New Verse News, Rejuvenate, Arkansas Literary Forum, Southern Gothic, Word Riot, & elsewhere. At the seasoned age of 74, he began writing poetry three years ago.

 

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