a morepork's cry —
far from the world of words
alone with the moon
July 2013
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
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