Today, at midday, Mother Wood Duck brought seven or eight very young ducklings
up to feast on the seed the squirrel shakes out of the feeder to pick out the sunflower seeds.
They probably have already been swimming in this pictured stream.
But she saw me (with my camera) through the window and took them right away.
At this point, they can walk and swim, but cannot fly, so as she marched them away;
they followed her in a straight line. It was the first time I have seen wood duck ducklings!
The rain a river upended
The flowers plain pink or
cream striped with mauve
laundry left on the line
the outdoor cafe
except for the tables like lost cattle
a bird flies out of the corner of the eye
making the world
give a little shiver
making everything jump
one inch irretrievably
to the left
and in the green igloos of summer leaves
all the birds
are keeping mum
A Sad Device, Quadrant Editions, Ontario, 1981, page 13.
I am still in love with Roo Borson! To think that Canada is such a short distance away, and I only found out about this poet last year! In such a short poem, she makes perfect use of laundry, igloos and cattle as comparisons. And she just lays out the lines the way they need to be!