April, and the mallards are back.
First, the hens; then, the drakes:
one by one they drop feet first
into our sun-struck leafless pond.
Days of flapping wings, of head
pumping and endless preening,
of grunts and low-toned whistles,
of sudden moments mounted,
of battered bodies quickly spent.
Flightless, brittle, together still,
we leave our bedroom windows
open while the chase is on, before
the blues and purples disappear;
before the tattered feathers molt.
Bob Meszaros taught English at Hamden High School in Hamden, Connecticut, for thirty-two years. He retired from high school teaching in June of 1999. During the 70s and 80s his poems appeared in a number of literary journals, such as En Passant and Voices International. In the year 2000 he began teaching part time at Quinnipiac University, and he began once again to submit his work for publication. His poems have subsequently appeared in Connecticut Review, Main Street Rag, Red Wheelbarrow, Tar River Poetry, Concho River Review, and many other literary journals.