Le Boulevardier

Ah, what a pleasant surprise! How long has it been? Please, asseyez-vous, as they say. What brings you to the boulevard, aside from the pleasant weather? You must tell me all about what you've seen and heard.

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Location: Along the boulevard of earthly delights, France

A gentleman of leisurely pursuits lounging beside the boulevard of life, lost in his own reveries and observing others pursue their dreams or flee their nightmares.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Grackles


I watch the grackles come as one,
Striding purposely upon the lawn.
They sense the time, the moment is now.

There! A rabbit!
I watch as it hops from here,
To here,
To there.
To sit, and watch, and listen.

Listen. Listen. Listen.

Then goes! There! And gone.
Did it catch my gaze?
Did it hear my breath?
I can't really know.
Small beings are aware
Of small changes, and
Of what these portend.

The traffic upon the street beyond,
Fitful yet steady, to and fro.
Does it notice the coming of the grackles?
Does it notice the change of times?

I have my doubts.
Our doings are fraught with the weight of self-absorption.
We haven't the patience for natural subtleties.

Trees take too long and are slow to finish thought.
The stars seem to take yet longer, and tarry just a tad.
And the little things seem pointless in their meanderings.

Yet they know the times, when they come;
They sense the signs upon the winds,
Perhaps they see omens in the circling stars.

And our frantic doings will pass and be gone
While the grackles still come as one,
And stride purposely upon the lawn.

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