White-throated sparrows in the meadow—their quavery notes. Behind the curtain of gold leaves, a split-second glimpse of a hawk’s wing.
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White-throated sparrows in the meadow—their quavery notes. Behind the curtain of gold leaves, a split-second glimpse of a hawk’s wing.
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What a rich canvas of Nature you are able to observe.
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OCCUPATION
There are sparrows occupying Wall Street,
as we speak, their quavering notes, grown
angry and provoked, scream their mantra:
“Revolt!” In a sparrow’s time, will this last?
A curtain of gold leaves have not yet fallen
off their trembling branches, quite like
the price of gold shooting through Dow Jones
roofs; behind them, a hawk flexes its wings.
Will this march through the wind tunnels
of Manhattan rouse vultures perched on bank
ledges to swoop down on twittering sparrows,
race the predator to wads of forclosure notes ?
The CEO of Chase cackles in lieu of a fiddle,
watching the fire below behind a barricade
of gold bullions stacked against a molten door,
no match, indeed, for the twittering sparrows.
—Albert B. Casuga
10-12-11
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“Occupation” is also reposted in my blog: http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupation.html and the Facebook.
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study
New seedlings, white stems soft with thirst on a sunny day.
Water mists against the cloddy earth. Irises stretch their blue wings.
Sparrows, brown with a shrill chatter, scold the crows, dogs, me.
Tall trees in the park are resonant with other songs I don’t recognise.
No magpies today. A hawk circles for quarry over the open grass.
Kids pedal for speed laps, counting their supremacy out loud.
Time and light drain from the day.
A four-day deadline presses home its point. Assignment waiting,
I close my curtains.