To Be or Not So

My feet create a path of
shuffling, knowledge my cane
within the journey

but I must shortly take time
to rest, a chance to relieve my views
---life and its baseball curves.

Sooner than later a chick-a-dee
arrives settling itself on the
edge of my curb-seat arrangement

pecks at a coke-splattered black seed
lifts off at Indiana 500 speed
leaving a tiny feather, a gift for me.

And I debunk arranging my feet
side by side, long arms swing
happily enjoying the day’s not cold

a quicker gait arrives me at my
favourite store, where food
awaits in arranged packages---

I get to the bank, pay bills
chase up prescriptions, and buy a shirt
at the best Second Hand Shop

a coffee later, meeting old friends
noticing leather skirts along the street
and tiredly work my way home.

© Richard L. Provencher