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Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

Crow Commute

These mornings, I can see the crows commute

but backward. From downtown, a storm of wings

heads east across the river. Raucous things,

on sky of lavender, they’re black as boots.

 

They forage in the suburbs—so we’re told—

and gather, midday, to exchange the news

of morning work. We wonder at their views

on traffic, building work, the rain and cold.

 

I see them sometimes on our water tower,

enjoying what the crows call happy hour.

With day's work done, they chatter and they shout—

of corvine sports and politics, no doubt—

then rise by thousands, headed into town

at evening, when the sun is going down.

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

Song of the Sidewalk

This is the tale I have to tell,

a song of belonging, a story of place.

These are the streets that I know so well.

 

This is the tale I have to tell

of falling in love at a walking pace

of falling under a sidewalk’s spell.

 

These are the streets that I know so well

that frame my life in this urban space

that ring to my step like a Sunday bell.

 

This is the tale I have to tell:

here’s where I stood, here I fell,

here’s where I found abiding grace.

 

These are the streets that I know so well

that it means more to live than just to dwell

because of the people who know my face.

 

When a home’s just a house that you have to sell

can the song of the sidewalk leave any trace?

That is the story I’ll have to tell.

These are the streets I must bid farewell.

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

november

today

 

something about the light said

 

winter

 

I said

 

I hear you 

 

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

Frozen Syrup

My aunt keeps cubes of frozen syrup

for her hummingbird feeder. Because

those tiny engines (a hummer's heart

can weigh as little as 0.00875 ounces)

heat up fast, can break from their own

intensity. These little dynamos come,

drink, go away refreshed. Save what

you can. Even if it's only 0.00875 ounces -

you never know how the scale tilts

under God’s thumb.

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside