November 26, 2013 § Leave a comment
Hurrying to write about last night’s snowfall
before the last of it melts.
November 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
Street lined with flaming red maples
going out one by one.
September 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
If I had known the clouds would take summer with them,
I would have begged the rain to stay
September 10, 2013 § Leave a comment
[in which the poet has coffee.]
Nothing around me definitive enough to write down —
Not even the cars for once human enough to write about.
Yes, a horse and cart could have brought me here to sit, and at least I would have the horse for conversation.
I could tell it to say “Grass” as it munched between the beds of bushes and very sturdy marigolds.
It would have nothing to say about the fact of what it ate, but the twitch of an ear — that would be enough.
August 28, 2013 § Leave a comment
August 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
Miles make it sing like you knew you want it to ring.
Woke up at 5:00 with this in my head. No, I don’t know what it means either.
August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
Just before midnightThe whoosh of the house around menot remembering when the crickets became so loud