Black-eyed Susan
hides behind grasses
in my side yard
springing up with cone flowers
left by those starlings
dropping seeds
around the suet feeders
hanging from pear branches
outside my bedroom window
She might laugh
at the prepositions
I varied in her description
a Brown-Eyed Sue looking
for John Gay’s Sweet William
among Sarah Vowell’s
Wordy Shipmates
in the Doudna Dvorak Concert Hall
Her yellow skirts unfurling
turning aside “cannons’ roar”
Black-Eyed Susan
Olof’s Rudbeckia
“came aboard”
in Gay’s tale
“eyed the burly men”
and smiled.
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