July 2013

a morepork's cry —
far from the world of words
alone with the moon

a morepork’s cry —
curling through the valley
silence finds a voice

a morepork's cry —
helplessly I grow older
night by night

a gull's cry
snared by the wind
fades from sight

fallen leaves —
the tree an oak becomes
in winter rain

street litter —
genetic debris drifts
all around

weeping willow —
the silhouettes of me
cast by wanton stars

distant echoes . . .
the Homeric laughter
of yesterday's news

fogged up,
are these windows
like death?

huddled up with flu . . .
my heart becomes a stranger
to the word made flesh

my cabbage patch
resists Monsanto . . .
white butterflies

winter breeze —
embers dying
glow once more