I.
Through panes of well-scrubbed glass, she glumly peers
at birds she knows. Though she can’t say their names,
she’s drawn by wings that swoop and songs she hears
through panes of well-scrubbed glass. She glumly peers
at feathered flight, so jealous she’s near tears;
she wishes she could somehow join their games
through panes of well-scrubbed glass. She glumly peers
at birds she knows, though she can’t say their names.
II.
Until the favored one arrives, he’ll wait;
for hours, he’s hoped to see the yellow finch.
He has some chores, but he’ll procrastinate
until the favored one arrives. He’ll wait
to watch the golden greeting that his late
wife had so prized; he will not move an inch
until the favored one arrives. He’ll wait
for hours; he hopes to see the yellow finch.