Goldfinches by Mary Oliver
Some goldfinches were having a melodious argument at the edge of a puddle. The birds wanted to bathe, or perhaps just to dip their heads and look at themselves, and they were having trouble with who should be first, and so on. So they discussed it while I stood in the distance, listening. Perhaps in Tibet, in the old holy places, they also have such fragile bells. Or are these birds really just that, bells come to us--come to this road in America--let us bow our heads and remember now how we used to do it, say a prayer. Meanwhile the birds bathe and splash and have a good time. Then they fly off, their dark wings opening from their bright, yellow bodies; their tiny feet, all washed, clasping the air.


I like the second shot - and I enjoyed the post about a perfect noiled egg!
ReplyDeleteMy skin also appreciates the second shot, but quite a jolt to the system coming from temperatures in the 30's and 40's in Montana to the 90's and muggy. Went to the mall today for Dad's day presents--more people there that in all of Yellowstone!!Yikes!
ReplyDeleteSteamy, sultry. Who knew Ohio could be so sexy? ;)
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