A cartoon bird flaps its wings
in a doodle as old as dirt
Looking high and low for perch
across a glum-looking portrait
In a wood and canvas canoe
I drift along the bird
Looking for shiny moorage
by a phony familiar island
I forget what season it is
as I chase the cartoon bird
I wade on,
as it soars, abstracted by the trail
As it reaches a tiny garden
to halt upon a fig sprig
Kissing wasps on a fruit
gape at the bird’s beak
Figs deny to grow in winter
shy of sky-smelling snows
Adam and Eve robed in leaflets
once rambled about the sky
The bird pierced a lilac fig
to jab a wasp deep in it
Drupe is often confect
for the lover lives inside
© Sameer
