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Eavesdropper on the Grass

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Martie
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       Eavesdropper on the Grass

A park bench and a drinking fountain
are the furniture of this hill
overlooking a lake in the middle of the city.
A pigeon perched and preening on the fountain,
an old man on the bench.
His hand, shaking a little as it lays beside
him, is filled with corn.


I am an eavesdropper on the grass of my mind.
  
Wish Letty were here,
poor Letty, five and the fever got her,  
on my knee, those baby arms wrapped,
I wish I could remember her face,
he said to the pigeon.

The pigeon darts a look
   careful
at the palsied, wrinkled hand.
In the distance childrenís voices mix
with the stirring of the trees.

Oh, when I was a boy
the times we had
racing down the path,
no park then for play, no fences,
hills of foxtails for socks,
Mama always doing for us,
we paid her no mind for
socks always clean and darned.

The pigeon takes one careful step
then cocks its head.

Young Jimís a hot shot lawyer now,
times I wiped his nose,
boxed his ears good when he took to teasing
baby Ann, with those blond curls.

A smile creased his face and was gone.

On the back of the bench now
the pigeon rubes his beak
and hops closer to the corn.

Cora used to say
I had a way with animals.
Ah, that woman had a tongue on her,
could bite sour
or talk so sweet.
Spoke her mind she did.  
Youíll die of booze
before my hair turns gray,
she said.
You were wrong that time
Cora,
that tongue killed you first,
he nodded at the pigeon.
Had to drink to soften the words,
I did.
She took all that anger with her.

He looks up as if he can see the anger
floating around him in ghostly fury.
The pigeon quickly takes a kernel
from the hand
then flies back to the safety
of the drinking fountain.

The childrenís voices
fade into the distance.

The old man is not snoring
as he usually is this time of day
on this park bench.
His head, after jerking once
rests on the back of the bench,
and his hand is finally still.




†In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)


[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 01-26-2000).]
© Copyright 2000 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
Elizabeth Santos
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1 posted 01-26-2000 05:39 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

So vivid a picture you portray, getting into peoples minds the way you do, so real, I feel I was eavesdropping. Great work, Martie
Liz
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2 posted 01-26-2000 05:43 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

What a wise way to spin a story and leave a message. Well done, Martie!

 Sunshine
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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3 posted 01-26-2000 07:08 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Liz--I guess to be a writer, you have to do a little eavesdropping.  Thank you for seeing.

Sunshine--Not sure how wise, but thank you so much for thinking that.
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4 posted 01-26-2000 07:56 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Sigh...

so poignant - this is just gorgeous Martie...

K

 'Writing sharpens life;
life enriches writing'
Sylvia Plath
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5 posted 01-26-2000 08:01 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Wonderful poem, Martie! Always interesting and enjoyable!

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6 posted 01-26-2000 11:36 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Geez, how you can weave a thought! This poem could be a three hour movie! Beautiful!!!
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