Temporary Birdprints


I am having trouble imprinting
the codes and circuitry of algebra
on the memory foam of Sal’s brain

Just as I am still not able to make
my hands drum the rhythms I hear
in my head and never could or will.       

The chickens probably are laying
somewhere in the yard so we will
have to keep them in until noon.

And then it’s scratch and peck,
scratch and peck, same as ever,
doing the things they were hatched to.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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