Who Lost?
by Margaret James

I spent an hour of sunrise with God
but missed the superbowl


was it played?


there is a bird on the fourth branch down
who eyes as pink paints the sky


what were the names of the teams
that ran the field?


who won?


mother and doe eat dewy grass beneath my window
I eye them quietly at a standstill
one false move by me
and they, too, will dash the length of green


then I will be the loser