Today's poem is by Robert Cording
Beach Scene
As I'm watching, a man, idly fishing
in front of his ocean-view house,
catches a fish he doesn't need or want
and kills it, and makes it a throw-toy
for his golden retriever that happily swims
to fetch it and bring it backto the dismay of a gangly heron
that drops down out of nowhere, like
and not like Yeats' immoderate swan, kronking
and flapping its wings; just for fun,
I make the bird a female
and, augmented by its claimthat misalliance of toy and fooda god
who looks, at least from where I'm standing,
like it's mounting the man's bald head.
On the balcony of their house,
his young wife is laughing
herself out of her toosmall bikini top.The man, confused, then angered
by the bird's insistence, lets the fish lie
in the sand at his feet, his dog barking, wanting
the game to resume; meanwhile, the heron
has staked its claim to the fisha claim
the man either does not understand or refusesand it flies up, then down, calling for justice,
for the fish that lies there, no use to the man,
or even, just now, the dog that dips and flexes on
its front legs and leaps towards the heron,
taken up with this new game.
All the while, the sun is striding downthe beach in great patches of sunlight
and shadow; and now the young woman,
like a Roman empress bored with
the proceedings below, is waving
for her husband to come in,
to bring an end to this unearthly racket.
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from Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review
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