The Boy and the Birdseed
When I get surrounded by this kind of beauty a kind of silly dizziness overwhelms me and my writing refuses to do anything but bow down to beauty and give in to giddiness.
This boy made an appearance in this earlier poem from a year ago and I knew when he showed up there I wasn’t done with him nor he with me. Little boys can be very bossy.
The Boy and the Birdseed About that boy and his bag of birdseed, some things must be said, how his skills were acquired. He was instructed to disburse “generously” to all deserving birds on this day, the attainment of five years of age. He must walk the park across the street, ladling out one long necked tablespoon at a time upon every five minutes. “Be especially mindful of any squabbles that might ensue.” with precise instructions on how to lessen any perception of scarcity with rapid flinging of spoonfuls, discouraging hoarding in the face of such abundance. From his perch on the balcony above the tree lined way, the father marked his progress by sudden flurries of pigeons and sparrows. Each loop around the park the large bag of birdseed shrank by a dozen tablespoons. When the day was far spent and the lovely park well trampled, the boy returned with an empty sack, bursting full of stories. The bird droppings upon his shoes and lap entirely unnoticed by father and son.
This is gloriously and visually happy, generous, loving. What a beautiful little fellow, Wes, I thank you for the introduction.
The photo is causing some envy though tbh.
Little boys, like old men, wouldn't notice or care about bird droppings on their shoes. That's why we love them so much! Beautiful piece, Weston!