A Redheaded Woodpecker

A redheaded woodpecker and

a weathered rocking chair.

I sit and listen and read,

Walt Whitman.

He speaks to me.

 

Because of course we both know

 that I am him and he is me.

 

A lake of glass and

a trickling fountain,

the cloudy blue sky in the breeze.

I am him and he is me as

I sit and listen and read.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Sounds like the perfect atmosphere for a Saturday morning. The vista, your thoughts, and the feathered friend, dancing tap with his beak.

Fantastic Lena.
Enjoy your day.

Antonio