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 


Such sound
that tears
the silence.

Let loose,
O Lord,
your wrath.



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 


What came
before

the same
as what

comes
after.

Loss is
still loss

when it
returns.



Monday, June 01, 2020

LONE GOOSE 


Lone goose. Grey sky.
Where has the snow
gone? And why?



DISIN- 


Disin-
tegra-

tion, the
mind fails.

You watch
as it

happens.



Sunday, May 31, 2020

WATER RUNS 


Heavy rains came.
Fierce River says

water runs where
it wishes. It

will not be stopped.



THE SHINE 


The shine of cactus
like trash in Texas.



Saturday, May 30, 2020

PLAIN JANE 


Plain Jane
sitting
at the feeder,

brown-headed
cow-bird,
seed-eater.



SILENCE 


Silence
after we have loved,

the emptiness
that is full with us.



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.



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