Tossing Crumbs
from Sharing Space, page 8
Petaluma 2007
The tour boat
sped through the little lake
leaving a trail of bubbles
And a flock of geese on its tail
The people on board
Tourists, perhaps or not,
searched their purses
and pouches for excess food,
spare change jiggling.
They tossed bits and bits
of crumbs into the lake.
cookie crumbs,
bread crumbs,
stale veggies;
anything crumb.
And excitedly, they watched
as hungry ducks and geese dive in
Beaks buried in the lukewarm water
Searching;
Wings flapping,
brushing against the ripples
as these birds glided on the water’s surface
Hunting for drenched crumbs
While these tourists, or people snickered on board
And tossed more leftovers
To the grateful birds
Thousands of miles away
Somewhere across the continent, they toss
Candy Crumbs
Coin Crumbs
Stale fruits
Anything crumb
And eagerly, they watch
Big kids, small kids scramble.
Noses buried in dust
Searching;
Feet slipping,
Trampling on bodies
as these kids skidded on dusty paths
Hunting for smeared candies
While the tour bus spew black smoke
Up the hill — and — far away from there
Purring its way to the airport
Where the tourists simply vanish
Completely and Forever!
After creating that GREAT desire
And longing
for:
Candy,
Coins,
and bus rides to far away lands.
And so begins the quest for colonial desires.
