American Robin
The American robin
hops across the rooftop
and stops at the edge
to look at me
sitting in the sun
cooking myself,
reading poetry,
and dreaming of the good life.
This bird wants nothing
to do with me.
I have never heard a robin
make such noise.
Is it laughter?
Is it scorn?
Or is a lover near?
It looks like it is time
to clean the gutters.
Norman
Minnick’s first collection of poems, To Taste the Water (Mid-List
Press, 2007), won the First Series Award. Of this collection,
Robert Bly says, "There is a rare quiet and seriousness here... [Minnick]
is always looking out, and some dark thing hovers just at the edge of the
page.”