Monday's Poem

© Mildred Tremblay

Juncos

little monks and nuns
on my winter porch

black cowls
pulled over your heads

still on the wheel of samsara
what long-ago naughtiness

rebirthed you
as birds

little monk did you way
lay a little nun, reach under her cape

touch a little nipple
little nun did you kiss him

under the arbors
did you stroke his tail feather

was it lovely
was it worth a lifetime

pecking seeds
in the cold