golden duck

Hans may have thought

he had all the luck

when he ran off

with the bird stuffed under his shirt,

but he got goosed

because I am the real golden duck.

blackbird’s secret

 

the blackbird is a socialite

whose company is always a delight

in the dark predawn

her voice is always welcome

and she likes to plant her nest

in very public places

and so its never any secret

what she holds as treasures

rise up singing

raise your wings and fly

we say to our children,

while yet our feet are stuck in muck

and we fear to explore the heavens

dreams

dreams lead you, delude you and elude you
and yet, like swan’s down enchant you with illusions of delicate beauty