he could die now flattened by wheels electrocuted, biting a live wire poisoned or simple disease or drown all the complications, amassed * * * somewhere, in the limbs what had riled him so early? Blue Jay squawking could be confused for squirrels (What was the opera, anyway? Certainly not Cinderella with her matching fur […]
picnic table with a block of snow 2-feet deep atop it and a hole at the center extraordinary deep purple in the Siberian irises Quaker ladies abloom on the meeting burial ground – even on the Friends graves in Pine Hill Cemetery the ox-eye daisies I lifted from rock and sand to transplant here – […]
he’s not a bird eating fish or worms see how frantically he spades without weeding how voraciously he climbs out on the seeded maple twigs * * * incisor domestica rodentia in residence * * * a squirrel with a martini too much too often fog in treetops before the wind blows how do sparrows […]
yes, they lived in a small city where he would Pull maple seedlings, in spring Mow the lawn, in summer Rake the leaves, in autumn Watch out for falling ice, in winter they should be celebrating all this wonder, opportunity, unacknowledged ritual, never-wrapped presence now, light another candle looking ahead, then, and looking back Poem […]
to be as prolific as zucchini as radiant as sunflower as stubborn as dandelion turning the doorknob * * * chance upon friends some parading with drums some waiting to dance some displaying their hybrid autos some discussing seed varieties how many from back home how many at this crossroads still, we retreat before the […]
richness / depth discovery and a confession we don’t have it right, yet as for a prescription, we’ll never have it exactly right if we wanted surprise, we’d go someplace else so by narrowing the focus, the unexpected twist appears the asparagus bed or lilacs my ferns, finally eight springs at this dwelling this repetition […]
