i hear the pines
beg to differ
with cross winds
Monthly Archives: May 2019
darn finch
always one
to see the cage door
left scarcely open
seen hovering outside
the wire as though
wanting to return
but wary of being
caught and remarkably
quick at
getting away
seven-ear-old sees flood
seven-year-old
riding in the back seat
north on the newly re-opened I-29
devastated by mile after mile
of new lake
and drowned farm equipment
and flood water
to the second story of barns
and homes
whimpers quietly
“I don’t wanna see
any more, Mommy.
Make it go away. Please”
drab magnificence
huge wingspan
lifting at elbow, then shoulder
brown-gray drab
lighter beige head
an eagle
modified to invisibility
in sitting in nest
warming, protecting
eggs of new life
still, even in her
subtle mode,
magnificent
lifting into flight
react
i startle to sounds
sharp, loud or unexpected
i jump
almost as high
as when something
slithers at my feet
ready for fight
or, nearly always, flight
weeds
weeds, like children
have no other duties
nothing to distract
them from taking over
my ordered lawn
or world
beyond my vision
the saplings grow
partially obscuring
the horizon i sought
the children grow
seeing beyond
what i only dreamed
boy in the moon
smudged by dark clouds
the moon’s cheeks
glow through like
those of a grimy-faced imp
conjuring up his next
sly trick
oceanside
hours by the gray sea
listening, watching
the turmoil of raging
roiling white water
boiling up from unknown
agitation
those hours of observation
granting me, strangely,
peace
gotcha
scythe, weed-eater, mower
man wages his will
rooted plants
enact revenge
hayfever