" Sticks "...

" Sticks "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
In Honor of Florence Marie
In Memory of Anton James

Sticks as flimsy twigs seen at the cusp of spring
true-blue pigments on the edge of extinction
"It's here! You can smell it!" as primary suspects
for resurrection once and again without question

during "de-extinctification" efforts
far from new developments
passenger pigeons wooly mammoths
institutional grants for lost habitats

driven by dearths of data and not-so-empty nests
for fully fledged penguins gone hunting for themselves
in worldwide networks as viruses return and diseases emerge
like shorebirds with distinctive shrieks sequencing species
via whistling underwings and distinctive orbital rings

ducks and geese paddling quickly across shallow ponds
towards Himalayan snowcocks large and stocky
low clucking shrill cackling jungle fowl spectacular marsh
harriers fore-dawn bat hawks stilled waters herons stalking

gliding soaring pulling it off out walking
corny side burns being shaved off in dance halls pizzazz un-ignored
revisiting retooling rebooted art schools while making silent movies
for super-nerdy wasteland futures like murky stews in cartoons
with cell phones set on "mute" for super-human classical music
hectoring brass whistles and whip cracks as savvy trappings
for gaudy and grand skeletons prancing harp and piano thinning out...