Dogs 2010

FALSE SPRING
(2/1/10)


oh

she said
as we drove
down
the thawing
boulevard

she had seen
a young robin
sitting unsurely
in the roadside
gutter
surrounded
by snow
and ice

it blew over
as we drove by
not a foot
away

poor thing

she said
brow furrows
terraced
in my direction

I knew that
we would have
to stop
on the way
back

days before
it had been
near 60
warm breeze
in the trees
with birds
singing

now
what was not
covered
in one form
or another
of frozen
precipitation
was deluged
with a cold
dirty
slush

returning
from our destination
I slowed
to see
splayed wings
and a tiny
crushed
skull

I hate
this
weather

she said