Michael Estabrook
gray sparrows and black bees
 
Even if you couldn’t see, perhaps
due to a dense mist or fog,
the quaint Bermuda town of St. George’s
sprawling in resplendent tropical bird colors –
flamingo pink, canary yellow, blue jay blue,
parrot green, you would still know
that the boat had docked
because instantly the gray sparrows
and black bees appear hopping and buzzing
attracted to the food.




one of those fluffy dogs with the thick curly tail
 
Fall is almost here and as
I drive over the overpass
before the big bend
in the road I notice
the train is pulling out
of the station, its big
white light so bright like
a million candles
in a teacup lighting up
the tracks clearly for
the conductor to see.
At the bend
in the road one of those
fluffy dogs with the thick
curly tail is standing there,
simply standing
in the road, not looking at
me or thinking about me,
not caring, so I drive
on past him deciding not
to think much about
him either.