Birds of the Air
All of my interior struggles were needless
today, I have decided.
Whatever problems and obstacles
I thought I was confronting
the whole day long,
were dissolved this evening
by several fish tacos and a beer.
Actually, two beers.
Once again, I had overlooked the basics.
The birds of the air neither reap, nor sow,
nor waste time on interior struggles
and they remember to eat when they're hungry.
Home - About Franco's Book - Poems - Sheet Music - Recordings - firstname.lastname@example.org - 2010-2019