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Backyard Encounter
Richard Swanson


Zigzag snow mole
only your tail showing
I get your anger,
your cursive going this way,
that way, wild and
and squiggled
letters collapsing
as fast as you write them
in all this fluff below the feeder.

Look, I'm tending the birds
okay, clearing a space for
the juncos, and didn't intend
this utter intrusion, this
whole upheaval, your

I'm out of here, leaving you
freshly uncovered, nuts
corn, safflower, millet:
night snack things.

Watch for the owls.
Stay warm down there,
burrowed, wherever.

© by Richard Swanson.
Used with the author’s permission.



Richard Swanson (1940 - 2023) taught college English and Creative Writing for 33 years. A devoted supporter of libraries and poetry, he was the author of two novels and several poetry collections. A resident of Madison, Wisconsin, Richard enjoyed cooking, fishing, and woodworking. He was well-known for his sense of humor, which was often reflected in his writing.

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Phyllis Beckman:
Hmmmm. A picturesque metaphor of "life lifing". Thanks, Richard.
Posted 01/29/2011 05:11 AM

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