THE SHINY THING
The starling stands with the candy wrapper in its beak; the cellophane flexes in the breeze. Here is my life. I have the shiny thing in my possession. What do I do? Do I give up my intended tasks to attempt dominance or control of the shiny thing? Do I release this thing of intrigue and beauty? I am drawn to the shimmer and sparkle but shudder at the price. The world is filled with shiny things. I can enjoy them but leave them where they lay.
Play the tune but change the lyrics.
More Than a Fedora
I have no explanations only expletives,
I wish I had something to say
that you wished to hear,
but that is not current events;
Foul humored broadcasts are what fill the air this day.
Bad temper is tempting,
but I can no longer be satisfied in this way
nor is this a performance that you care to witness.
I will play FCC to my ruminations
curtailing this colorful darkness for my benefit
and the clearing of the air.
I have never shied from dramatic vocabulary
and I do not now,
but throwing out words is waste
and I am learning to conserve.
I don’t have to leak my power
I can cover my head
and close my mouth.