As we walk along the shore
of the man-made lake
in the planned community’s “town,”
the birds array themselves
in a ragged single file
as I pass and I imagined each
looks up at me posing.
Once I would’ve stopped,
raised my camera, captured
them, or their facsimile
but those days are done
for I no longer blog them
one thousand posts gone by
and my back and the surgeon
rejecting the lens through which
they came to life for so many.
So today I merely nod and assume
that each nods back in recognition.