Stop (when you shop)
especially if you’re rueing the rickety food cart
caught in a late April frost heave in the market lot.
So when I hear the high thin whistles of 20 Cedar Waxwings—
silky, shiny brown, gray, lemon-yellow,subdued crest,
rakish black mask, and red wax droplets on their wing feathers
–gorging on fermented cherries
(planted by a hydrogen-cell powered Stop and Shop)
I pop Ghirarrdellis,
look & listen.
Cedar Waxwings at the EAST MAIN ST. TORRINGTON Stop and Shop Parking Lot ( A DUST OF SNOW FROM THE HEMLOCK TREE 420 CHARACTER, 9-LINE POEM BY PATTY)