Been there myself, with my mind aflurry and coming to a little bit off the track
Two cats and a dog
Watch with me
through the screen door
Birds flitting around the feeder
A cat scurries from a passerby
A baby’s cry fades
The wind swirls leaves
In cohort with the sparrows
Among the acorns
and hand-thrown seeds
As I watch the birds
A car pulls to the corner
to linger
A woman watching me
watching the birds,
In my line of vision
With grotesque derision,
She yells,
“What the fuck you staring at!!!”
And to enunciate her words
Gives me the finger
3 responses to “The Woman Who Gave Me the Finger”
people can be so ….
Love the poem, very relatable. And to add to Art Hernandez’s comment below, people can be so . . . expressive . . . and not always in a nice way.
I too cherish a visit
… from my mother 😎