Author: cfblack
-
haiku for mowing day in the park
everything is green white clover blossoms mown down bright dandelions, too 5/29/24
-
Contentment
cool tree shadows birds call back and forth breeze talks with leaves shakes loose a green nut and falls at my feet I do not know when is a good time for my soul to fly but a day much like today would be okay 5/27/24
-
Vesper nights on Edisto
low country dusk long-legged swamp birds dress in feathered robes blue and white, black and grey along tidal creeks and on dirt roads oaks grow long moss beards owls call from darkening shadows I don’t believe in ghosts or disembodied souls but if I ever do this would be the time and place 5/27/24
-
Low tide
brackish water smells of decaying reeds and fish crabs scurry back into mud, await tide’s return crest the dunes on bare feet; walk an empty beach before sun microwaves the sand unfold a chair at water’s edge, dip feet in foam, read another horrible New Yorker academic poem where sky and water meet, brown pelican…
-
Atlantic Beach
because they couldn’t segregate the sea they segregated beaches underdeveloped black owned beach white developers have run out of sand bankers and politicians in back pocket soon they’ll own that, too and push black ownership out to sea 5/26/24
-
Old man and the sea (No apologies for Ernest)
old man sits in a chair staring out to sea waiting for the riptide to subside and return her back to him he says it was their favorite place to watch lights of ships offshore on night journeys to foreign ports because she could not wait for him he set her ashes adrift in the…
-
Standing at the shoreline looking East
ankle deep in foam toes in wet sand days without end will end if I could walk under water I’d walk back across the sea tell my long lost cousins I’ve returned and will they take me in 5/26/24
-
spring haiku
latent amidst green lives autumn’s colors and death waiting for its time 5/27/24
-
Listening to Chopin
in a bass line of minor chords slowly dying of consumption I hear his soul reach up with a high note saying wait I’m not dead yet I am still here. 5/25/24
