Semi-Retired In Early Spring - Poem by Glen Kappy
A Monday morning. Early spring.
No work today—nor worries.
Setting out to walk three errands
he is greeted by a house finch singing.
He doesn't try to spot the bird
but if he's like the one
he saw the other day
he knows he sports a crimson bib.
There are other birds—
the pleasant medley of their sounds
their flight against the blue
fill out his first impressions.
The forecast got it right—
it is clear and calm indeed—
the sun a welcome friend
in cool that makes a walk a pleasure.
On the street before the library
wisteria! —and maybe lilac too—
their sweetness waking up
his drowsing sense of smell.
The items that he carried now dropped off
he heads to get his sisters birthday cards—
a rare exchange of greetings he forgot last year
so this year he is starting early.
He scans then opens cards in this familiar store.
Before too long—success! And with two cards
steps over to the counter where a new girl waits.
He registers she's early college age
and slim and tall—brunette and beautiful—
before her smile—so broad and unaffected—
turns him to a boy—a flutter in his belly
and deliberate with his words so he won't stammer.
Lastly to the co-op just a few doors down
and now back up the hill and musing
this a day to make him want to write a poem—
with all it stirs and all it brings a poem in itself.
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