He thinks
he knows
where he
is, when
suddenly
he doesn't.
The world
has turned.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:13 AM
Green air
beneath
empty sky.
August's
promise
is not kept.
Shadows
leap at
silence.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:45 AM
I see
once again
the cottonwoods
have not learned
to listen.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:02 AM
Do not say
love
when you mean
hot nights
in July.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:41 AM
All night
the fields
have waited
for day.
Sun comes.
A hawk
cuts the sky
as if to say
it's morning
again and
that's enough.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:50 AM
Lord, lord,
the day says
about to
break, light
like fire
in a god's
eye, the wind
like her breath.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:32 AM
The universe
tends toward
entropy,
they say.
You can't put
spilled milk
back into the
broken glass.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:58 AM
