Wheelchair

Little brown sparrow,

an old man in his wheelchair

scatters crumbs for you.

Crumbs

Little brown sparrow,

does someone need to tell you

where the best crumbs are?

At the small café

a blackbird arrives at noon,

searching for stray crumbs.

seven-day-old bread—

even pigeons walk away

from the barren crumbs

Though it is eager

to snatch crumbs from the table,

the brown mouse wavers.

in the village square

seven unruly pigeons

squabbling over crumbs

deep in the shadows

of a boy’s blue sombrero

pigeons search for crumbs

enchanted forest—

following a trail of crumbs

to find the way out

a wayside beggar

sniffing paradise in crumbs

tossed into her bowl

the kitchen kudzu

snaking up the table legs

ravenous for crumbs