Category: Birds
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Christmas at the neighborhood salad bar
At dusk, two deer run in heavy traffic between cars to beat the rush and feast on shrubs And gaze at neighborhood displays of famous reindeer cousins pulling Santa’s sleigh If they would hang with Rudolph, traffic would’ve stopped and they could cross at the light 12-16-19
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12/14
weekend roof rain rattle gutter pipe gurgle wet tire distant drone too wet for birds mantra it’s okay, go back to sleep 12-14-19
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Presidential primary races
Pawing at the starting gate waiting for the bell the snap of the gate The run to rail Huge hearts bursting hooves pounding down the stretch a race to the front Jockeys stand in stirrups one horse stumbles another one falls the pile grows Jockeys flung headlong mud hoof prints on silk blood on a…
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Day 342 of 2019
In the quietude of morning autumn sleeps in and waits for the sun to chase the dew Birds and reptiles are lethargic squirrels sleep in ’til noon Dog walkers have no choice but to walk their furry masters Cat lovers let their cats outside and crawl back under blankets Video gamers are just going bed…
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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The Jabbering of a California Ground Squirrel’ or ‘Saving Devin from himself’
Fearing every shadow that drifts over grass fearing the blue sky above a green canopy he jabbers that talons hide in silence and that every bird could be a raptor As a red hawk feasts on his brothers, he believes his salvation lies in blood sacrifice to an apparition that waits in a barren tree…
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11/11 – Dream π r²
You cross bridge after bridge go from island to island looking for the friend You sit in cafes walk neighborhoods hang out on park benches You stroll through galleries listening for the rhythm of the artist’s heart Once, you thought you saw the back of their head but you lost them in a crowd Like…
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The quietude of wet
3 am, dishes washed clothes in dryer butter in coffee come sit and watch night from my porch smell the wet of moldy leaves damp soil and warm coffee the frost of autumn comes late in the South and that’s okay light rain drips – sparkles in trees asphalt can’t suppress crushed stone’s glisten only…
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Sermon of squirrels
Yesterday all the rats in fur coats jumped down from the trees sang hosanna and fled our yard Salivating in search of a miracle they stopped at Benedict College to attend the Traveling Nut Salvation Show 10-26-19
My husband's poetry 