Shout
Outs
For the squirrel
who scuttled over to me,
and showed how good
a stander
he is.
For the sandwich maker
who yawns
then curses under
his heavy onion-breath.
For that empty nest,
up there.
For the polish lady
whose buttocks were
surgically welded next
to her window.
For the shoe shop
so empty
it bleeds.
For the boy who skips.
For the other boys, who laugh.
For the pacing cat.
And for the rest of us
who cast our eyes
aside from
the puking man,
obviously
embarrassed, but shocked
all the same,
at what he can do.
Copyright © 2005 Ryan Bird