Thursday, June 04, 2020
ALL MORNING
All morning,
wind against
the house. Winter
birds hidden
in their bushes.
The grey fields,
the grey sky.
Grey sorrow.
Hawk in his
tree, speaking
to death, death
speaking back.
LEAF BLOWER
Wednesday, June 03, 2020
THE SHADOWS
The shadows
at the end
to whom my
father talked,
in the chair,
the corner
by the door.
Those shadows,
the kindness
of death.
SUN LIKE/AUTUMN
Sun like
autumn
leaves on
wet ground.
Someone
walks here
who loves
it now,
at this
last
moment,
someone
who will
endure
another
winter
for one
more day
like this.
Tuesday, June 02, 2020
JUST AN EVENING
Just an evening
in April and a car
passes, same car
as always. The village
stutters when it
comes to change.
Always the same
is what we want,
same car, same wind
in the trees, same
darkness and sorrow.
WHAT CAME
Monday, June 01, 2020
LONE GOOSE
DISIN-
Sunday, May 31, 2020
WATER RUNS
THE SHINE
Saturday, May 30, 2020
PLAIN JANE
SILENCE
Friday, May 29, 2020
NOVEMBER: WESTERN NEBRASKA
Out here, wide sky.
All night the stars
and wind talking
their small talk. All
day the mystery
of their silence.
AUTUMN COMES
Autumn comes
like the sky of birds
heading south.
The long wings
of sandhill cranes
leave brief shadow.
The turn towards
winter marks
a line you cross,
or don't. Go
ahead, say it:
life goes on.
