roosterman stares through glass
sheds feathers from a haughty fan
hens and chicks step to shallow pan
sip water and peck for last night's corn
(wild birds steal oats and flax
hide in trees with treasure grains)
grass grows tall
foolish are we in sandals and shorts
riding bikes through bumpy fields
dodging turtles
ducking pines
squeaking brakes for sharpest turns
but
close there is a river
close there is
cold rushing smooth skipping stone in water
green vining fingers sliding long through limbs
dirt clinging sweat breathing salt licking birds singing
all along the fork
yes
close there is a river
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STILL, The Art of Noticing
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4 comments:
Oooh, I like! Great imagery.
yes, the river, yes
You're very good with words.
Very nice. :)
Thanks, y'all! I sat down to write a more traditional post, but the rooster was looking at me through the window, and this is what came out instead.
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