he was sitting on the couch

he was sitting on the couch
with a laptop when he heard
the unmetered click
of something too frail
to be man-made knocking
on wood and through the screen
door he saw of all things
a woodpecker

so he went
outside

and watched
and thought they really
do they peck
the wood that’s where
the name comes from

and the cool breeze threw
him a surprise party
in a room the sky
had painted blue

and there were trees and their leaves
were all waving and then the bird

was gone but he
stayed in the space
it left

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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One Response to he was sitting on the couch

  1. Adam Hughes says:

    Reblogged this on Tao moments.

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