Monday, October 19, 2015

People, Get Ready

This morning I can taste the air.

It tastes like fall and resin. Spring
Is gooier. No need to share
This news with birds, who already sing
Insistently. The seed is swell,
They say. Bring more. And make it fast.
They sample the air. A guy can tell.
Black Bird is coming home at last.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Brilliant-I've been a fan of your poetry since 1995. I've read all your poems posted. You are the best.

Richard Epstein said...

Thank you. You realize, don't you, that anyone who reads your comment will assume I wrote it myself?