Listening as the
lizards dart
through
the crackling, rustling grasses
Watching as their tails
disappear

Oh yes we have met before
Over bald heads
questions, directions and
tea
What is the story
Words passed
Apologies offered
What is the story?

There is always a story
You just have to ask me

Miss Birdseed Times of
Nahariya

Walking quickly in the
coolness of the day
Wondering how long it is
going to stay this way
Breathing deeply
Savoring the air
Looking for flashes of color
everywhere

Her eye looks over
but
It is gone

before she can grasp it

or see
where it goes or
what it was supposed to be

Slipping into the soft unfolding
of the day
Watching as the sun wakes up the fields
from their darkness of the night

Touching leaves as they glisten with the
morning dew
Listening as the birds call their morning song
Soaring with them in their graceful flight