Tohm Bakelas

Sunshine Nails

the sun set
on the hanging bird feeders
after they were repaired
from the squirrels
ripping them

and the sounds
of falling rain and dispensing seed
provided a temporary distraction
from a privileged life
plagued by recurring grey days and
polished by sometimes minor luck.

and just like old men at parks
feeding pigeons with pretzel crumbs,
all distractions end
with a muscle twitch
felt without reason.

and just like those
empty handed
old men
sitting on park benches,
i too share
their pain
when my feeders
are full.


Tohm Bakelas

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