The Chokecherry Dreams
The chokecherry dreams in afternoon sun
and laughs in slight southern winds.
February could be worse, after all.
It rattles to two squirrels playing tag
and one bluebird bullying the few sparrows
that flitter in and out of infinite forkings ,
falling forward to a vacant sidewalk.
In the blue above the thick wood horizon,
nothing flies or sleeps or sighs
or craves or searches for words to say this.
and laughs in slight southern winds.
February could be worse, after all.
It rattles to two squirrels playing tag
and one bluebird bullying the few sparrows
that flitter in and out of infinite forkings ,
falling forward to a vacant sidewalk.
In the blue above the thick wood horizon,
nothing flies or sleeps or sighs
or craves or searches for words to say this.
posted by shakes at 3:08 PM
1 Comments:
Wow--a radical shift; and though I enjoy all your poems (and realize that you are master of many forms) I quite enjoyed this one and methinks it might have helped me from my funk.
grazie!
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