Monday, May 23, 2016

wreck



Red

Open Jeep
that raptured us down to the bottom of
Cherokee Hill

Aunt Shirley’s
face, toe nails, her flip flops
stretch band that

barely tamed her
wind whipped hair, weeping  
bead work

burning my knee
reopened on soft blacktop
only minutes

before sirens
split the lazy August afternoon
Red

Bank
Baptist Church at the apex of
the curve

Beetle
helpless on its back, labeling on the cans  
Bud

scattered
empties, some full ones
church key

perhaps
thrown clear with the passengers
blood

pooling
around the pinioned driver, everything
so it seemed

except the snow
white sheet I could not help but imagine resting
cool and light

gently drawn
over my astonished
fevered face. 






















Friday, May 6, 2016

Revised



Crime Scene

Yellow cordon of tape hums
low in a stiff breeze down
from Saginaw Bay
a norther that scatters
empty evidence markers
the length of Miller Road
Dupont Street alive in eddies
uncapped and droning
Tennyson/Bishop/Frost
lost for words this morning
working my way through
another pallet of water
dead poets urgent
as specks of blue sky
box kites above a crime scene
easing the truck past
houses of the common
abandoned down Whitman
transcendence, surely
for the forbearing souls
over on Emerson.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Feeder



Hummingbirds Of Pilar, New Mexico

Draw down sun up to sun down
three day count down that left us
no choice but to pack up and
head down with the last sweet sip.