sub-zero chill
the ornithologist spends the day
on Twitter
Month: April 2015
interrupting
my self-criticism ?
a cardinal
chirrups
for her mate
old snow slightly off white the state of my soul
withered vines?
stringing winter into
a rosary
stone paths the making of a pilgrim
shuffling my steps
to match the cadence
of her cane
chasing shadows we wait on news of her scan
game of life
at the end
everything
goes back
in the box
all-night diner ?
scrying my future
in a coffee cup
parts unknown
the sax player improvises
a lullaby
busking —
the rattle of coins
off beat
migrating red knots
the return
of my heart murmur
rain timpani
against the downspout —
a charm of finches
the sound of water forgotten drought
a hundred miles out
the glow of Los Angeles
desert starlight
perseid shower…
someone mentions
the have-nots
exchanging money entropy at the heart of the universe
an echo
of happier times
her voice on the mixed tape
decades later
a journal she left
my unknown mother
blackbird song –
the name of a daughter
i’ll never know