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A Great Winter Has Swept Blue Through The City

A great winter has swept
blue through the city.

Stark frowns in cold sunlight.

Every lawn a pyramid
of old snow.

Warped roads
filled with holes
have warped minds.

Time hangs lifelessly
across the perimeters
of the night days.

melted deposits
into the high river
will run
right across your lives.

The air is changing
embracing temperature
I smile and welcome
a sole robin
to my yard
maybe the first.

Hello, old friend.
It’s been so long.


They Have Never Had to Be Animals, Not Like Us

I have worked with several people
that have spent most of their lives
behind a broad desk
seated in a comfortable leather chair
with an undisputable air of casual ease about them
that most would most certainly consider enviable
as now even deep into their forties
they bear the faces of children
so much that even I standing beside them
look like an old gnarled lizard
that has been lying in the desert sun unmolested
for centuries.

They have faces that have never been
hit, never drowned in tears or spit upon
and because of that small things
seem to confound them as they chatter on
endlessly inside of their snow globes
about their driveways, diets and
personal trainers as they compare watches
and morning routines.

They have never had to worry about
their car not starting on the way to
a job interview that would decide
if they were going to eat
for the next month.

They have never lost a fight
because they have never been in one.

They have never had to steal
condiments from restaurants
or duct tape their shoes
never had to bang on somebody’s door
with a bat for mishandling their ex
or muscle their way into a room
full of strangers to settle a score.

They have never had to be animals
not like us.

I used to think that they were lucky
oh, so lucky to not have to endure
life’s harsher climates
but now as I see them standing
lost at the photocopier
face painted with unusual concern
not knowing what to do
because nothing’s coming out

I just think that they’re pathetic
and for good reason.

The Rabbit That Won My Heart

From the fields
from the trees
across the street
from my backyard
and from me
came the rabbit.

It sat and watched the busy road
and when there was an opening
it took it
and it made it

I knew it was different.
Some things you just know.

Robin’s nests
built all around us
spilt onto the lawns
their young
to feed from fresh worms
now that they could fly.

In clusters of black
they busied about
until the rabbit decided to
charge into their congregations
happily hopping
right through them
just to cause a ruckus.

The birds fluttered about
chirping in annoyance
of being disturbed from their meal.

The parents came and landed
trying to assess the situation
until the rabbit charged at them too.

I applauded
at the unexpected show
as it filled my heart with
much needed laughter

A smaller rabbit
soon came along
and followed
its sibling
across the road
across the lawn
to the aftermath of
molested robins.

Upon seeing the new arrival
the rabbit hopped where it stood
with glee
and gave chase
all around the yard
the street
around and under
parked cars and even some
that slowed
because of it.

They went about
engaged in play
and had brought
to the street excitement
it hasn’t seen in years
and on a warm summer evening
nobody was outside to see it
but me.

I laughed to myself
as some people I know
do not believe that
animals have souls
because that young rabbit
it won my heart

more than most.

The Tree From Which Robins Sing (For Sariah)

This is me in here
trapped, tragic and tearing
out life in words
worlds whittled
out from sadness
out into the dark from light
out from my hand
out like a melody
from the tree
from which robins sing.

I speak the language of birds
harmony in my happiness
when I am alone always
beneath the tree
fielded and frankly forgotten
with no other human in sight
I can breathe
breathe out dreams
and this is me this is really

In a moment all at once
all together the birds
leave on impulse
a unified cluster arcing over the
wide wondering blue
shimmering singing
painting my sky with wings
powering through the air
cutting like a
whispering wind
and I laugh and take joy
as in a moment I realize
that this is the sound of
and if he smiles at all
then this is him