poems by tom miller
poems by tom miller
in the park
every dayan old man feeds birds
and screaming kids run by
chase the birds away
he yells at them
they yell back
insults and curses mostly
they run away
the birds come back
he feeds them
the kids run back
scare the birds
old man yells
they yell back
and run away
the birds come back
old man keeps feeding them
bread runs out
he sits there
birds leave
he leaves
one day
the old man
did not show
the birds came
and left
the kids came
and left
now the birds
don’t come
the kids don’t come
there’s just a bench there
month later
the parks department
took the bench
six months later
they closed the park
now what am i
going to do?