I took the weekend off – from this at any rate. Was busy finishing a manuscript and formatting a book.
So… Monday and better late then never:
We walk to the end of the street, Leonard
and I. Where it looks like the workers just
dropped their tools and took off for lunch.
But past this rocky stop: the grass post-winter
brittle hides the oystercatchers’ cryptic eggs,
early to wake
and head to the woods
a wonder walk
under a pink sky
And listen: the centipede’s tired legs
shuffling under the rotting log
your day’s just begun
A lone killer whale
breaches in the fjord today
– a lesson in rejection
You are your own progeny
breeding discontent –
hunting what you see
mirages down the highway
as you go hungry
My first time playing with D’verse.