To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.
And so
what is over that
ridge or hill
a sink-hole, a sand dune, a steep bluff.
What must I do. Organize
the heretofore unorganized. The rabble
of unemployed child abusers.
Molesters of their intimates.
Are there dysfunctional bird families?
Simply put, they do not survive.
We have hope
that everyone alive is essential,
consequential. We classify
and specify.
The commonplace and everyday
is sanctified.
What happens everyday?
Morning is quiet, everyone at work.
Home writing, watching birds.
Afternoons, kids come back from school.
Evenings, watch tv.
Scotch and Star Trek.
Captain Picard's problems eclipse
ours who stayed behind.
So, what am I trying to do.
Organize the unemployed, the welfare mothers
and alcoholics
into a flying chevron of purposeful explorers?
Copyright 2001 & 2007 by Robert Ronnow.