Category: animals
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Sand Djinning
low tide stroll gulls hover for handouts … pin holes in sand pop open as you watch … ocean introverts ghost shrimp tunnel deep … ebbing tide flees a waning moon 3-9-20
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Venison
“A fawn discovering its legs/she perched on tall heels/with faux diamonds on the toes” from ‘Girl on the Bus’ by Andrew K Clark midnight deer stilted headlight run across road three friends wait late night foray stiletto feet tail in air if she’s not careful she won’t see morning 2-25-20
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Canticle of bones
in the rain in a green field in homage of another time stands an abandoned house we know what kills a farm chases a family to the city but not what kills a whale that swims in a field of green ___ bleached bone corpse stripped of bark where children played swung on branches laughed…
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Frog hymns
In the woods Tree frogs sing Sing songs of waking Sing Spring’s first hymn Sing call and response Is anyone awake? …I am Where are you? …Over here Where is here? …Tell me about yourself, first I am male, isn’t that enough? …I want to be romanced I don’t have all night …We have all…
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Our neighbor’s cat
Our neighbor’s cat creeps quietly doesn’t jingle the bell around its neck chases birds in my yard and leaves the squirrels alone A feral cat habituates the shadow corner of our yard hunts rodents in the night and I’m okay with that I don’t like our neighbor’s cat I wish he’d stay at home eat…
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Iowa
When crows fly off to winter in Mexico the woods grows dumb with grackles in trees Flocks of pundits that do not give good omens or laugh at the straw men caucusing in the fields Buzzards take their place along the fence watch squirrels play in traffic hoping for a meal 2-4-20
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Edge of night
You sit on the end of a bench with a book and warmed over coffee On the other end is a pine cone you don’t begrudge it space and let it stay In a late afternoon woods warblers sing in bushes cardinals call back and forth You watch a leaf pick itself up off the…
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The scrimshander
all that remains as proof that once he sailed oceans chasing a whale fleeing for its life a life worth 100 barrels of rendered fat he pulled a tooth to etch while waiting for his next kill now it sits on some collector’s mantle who doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know the sailor’s name…
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Traversing darkness while moving toward light
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I sat with a friend around a fire in our yard We talked of children, the craft of writing, of basketball an ideal job, a feral cat he gave a friend and the one he still feeds on his porch We talked of possums, guinea hens, ticks, raccoons and a hawk that swooped up a…
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Reading Isaiah
Do sheep know a good shepherd from a bad shepherd Or follow the woolly ass in front of them And flee the yip and yap of a dog snapping at their heels? “Mount up like eagles” the view is better 1-19-20
My husband's poetry 