And, so they gather,
Crows from North, East, West, to roost,
Autumn night ruckus.
Images
Sounding…
Sings out, “By the deep eleven!”
Bo’sun in the chains, heaves the lead,
Sounding to Adelaide in ’67.
Word dreams…
In the night words form,
perfect ideas all aligned.
Fleeing at daybreak.
Sighting
Silver flashing streak
Headlights sweeping the meadow.
Coyote in the night
Eros’ error
How beautiful it must have been
Together in peace and harmony
Before the apple
Sky signs
Bands of blue and purple,
Signs of winter’s brutal weather,
Have bruised the sky.
Dreams…
Shattered windshield
shattered dreams of spring and…
Oh, spring morning frost
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