My first this year. Could be my last. Who knows? It not in a final form so
comments are welcome. Text format is difficult to form into something more
concrete (no reference to a certain type of poetry intended).

CROSSROADS

A blue tit heard the flute pitch
            through windscreen glass
as you watched each other listen over the ditch,
     a chasm each instinct of the other said
could not be crossed.
            You do not care for darkness
and your eyes swallow whole
        the antics of the small bird outside
as he brightens up your day
         in the brief midday sunlight
as both respond in different ways
         to the Mozart concerto being played on Classic FM

It crosses your mind that as the
twenty-first century gets underway
how poetry from the last
is still being assessed -

                it crosses your mind in the same way
as the flute crosses the mind
          of your little buddy the blue tit
who assessed Mozart in an instant
         though between the three
only Mozart's combination of notes
         are the constants here - for
your mind flits free like the bird
         that soon disappears and leaves
you with your thoughts as they
        appear at the crossroads you sit near



bw
James




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