from Sturnella Neglecta (Western Meadowlark)
"Song: short rich whistles speeding up to
rapid bubbling jumble." —K. Kaufman
ah, to be a meadowlark again
and to sing to the spring
asIalwaysdid
no
words
no
poem
canevercapturemystories
figuring me on a fence post
isthebestyoucando
Notes
Apparently the writer's sole poetic talent here is running words together in some pale imitation of "jumbling" bird song. For the poem is certainly an abject failure in its attempt to "capturemystories." Come now, Mr. Gannon, is this "thebestyoucando"? (No wonder the poem is unpublished.)