~
a table, a chair,
immobile air;

outside comfort,
a languid affair.

a robin appears,
thinks it quite queer,

one man at table,
sitting in chair.

~
hello, mister robin,
oh, so aware.

the man at the table
and robin each stare,

one unto other
when another appears:

an indigo bunting
from out of nowhere.

~
zip! across table.
down! to low air.

~
the robin eyes bunting
the bunting’s dark dare

to dive across table,
a man sitting there.

the bunting has something,
bunting has flair;

but the indigo bunting,
he doesn’t care.

~
flashpoint! dashpoint!
then nothing is there –

~
a moment of foment,
someplace, somewhere.

a moment in time-space,
a languid affair.

what was the purpose?
why even share?

the bunting does business,
a blue flash of flair.

~
the man at the table,
he just doesn’t care;

a robin still wonders
and thinks things are queer.
~

©2014, Marvin Welborn
6 March 2014
Revised 7 March 2014.