Oh, my,
the great
blue
heron,
rising,
owns
the sky.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
The angle
of desire
approximates
as woman.
This
I understand:
love standing
in for lover.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:11 AM
Nothing is
easier
than wanting.
Wishes are
fishes, are
girls on their
bicycles.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
The red-wing
blackbird
sings the ice
out again
this spring.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:30 AM
If not
something
as real
as hawk
or crow
then all
you've got
is words.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
Sometimes
only
one word,
this one:
evening.
Sometimes
that one
in the
morning.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:14 AM
Between
desire and
tomorrow,
one hopes,
wisdom.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
Chew this, crow says,
offering me
my own tongue.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:56 AM
As if
water
could be
symbol
when you're
dying
of thirst.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
Wind and long
light laying
the tall grass.
This is how
evening comes.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:50 AM
If you
see it,
say it.
The poem
is there.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
Long light
caressing
the hawk.
Red-tail
dreaming
evening.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:06 AM
Man wants his
straight lines.
The earth curves.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM
The fade
of sky
as the
wind dies
and trees
begin
to speak
with stars.
# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:57 AM
