To watch the pair of house finches that frequent the neighbor's feeder, I leave the charcoal blinds pulled up. The berry-splashed chest of the male--
each morning--makes me pause. He flits away when full, or troubled by the cat behind the window pane. But he's back again within the hour.
Evenings, we owe our different debts to the woman who fills the feeder tray, who also chooses open blinds and wanders room to room, past
the long blue light of the aquarium. (She caught me watching yesterday.) The fish, from here, are almost still, a drifting string of colored lights.
Her boyfriend's echoes of her name reverberate and scare the cat; bird seed scatters with the flight of startled finches. Sunflower seeds,
far from the flower they once composed, lie like black collapsed stars.
John PochTo watch the pair of house finches that frequent the neighbor’s feeder, I leave the charcoal blinds pulled up. The berry-splashed chest of the male–
each morning–makes me pause. He flits away when full, or troubled by the cat behind the window pane. But he’s back again within the hour.
Evenings, we owe our different debts to the woman who fills the feeder tray, who also chooses open blinds and wanders room to room, past
the long blue light of the aquarium. (She caught me watching yesterday.) The fish, from here, are almost still, a drifting string of colored lights.
Her boyfriend’s echoes of her name reverberate and scare the cat; bird seed scatters with the flight of startled finches. Sunflower seeds,
far from the flower they once composed, lie like black collapsed stars.
John Poch