The pigeons in the parking lot
Feast on greasy taco wrappers.
Their feathers glow with as many rainbows
As the swirls of oil puddling beneath
The rattletrap truck. Under the swingset,
The puddles are made of good clean mud:
A suitable habitat for algae, mosquito larvae,
And tadpoles. Most of the latter will die
When the rain dries, but we rescued a few
Hundred. Many of these will also die, much
To the relief of the stowaway mosquitos, if Noah
Keeps dropping his toys in the tank. His brothers
Hover above, calming the maelstrom.
We clean up after the bright-winged birds,
And continue to hope for a plague of frogs.
A Sonnet for St. Luke’s Day
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