Day Twenty One

I love this poem. I first heard it when my friend Mattathias (shout-out!) recited it at a poetry club meeting. George Starbuck plays masterfully with sound in his poetry, so read this out loud.

Fable for Blackboard

by George Starbuck

Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox
hopes.

Here are the fronds, friends,
that cover the fox.
The fronds get in a frenzy. The grackle
looks.

Here are the ticks, tykes,
that live in the leaves, loves.
The fox is confounded,
and God is above.