Three Poems
Evening In the TreesOut behind my housebirds roost year round in the evergreensthat stand like hundreds of Christmas treeswaiting for …
Evening In the TreesOut behind my housebirds roost year round in the evergreensthat stand like hundreds of Christmas treeswaiting for …
(For Elizabeth Keenan)The clock on my wall marches forwardmeasuring each stingy second against another,as if they are objects to be …
The heat moved in today,making its humid argumentfor winter’s relief.But the birds,blue jays calling outhawk-like barbs,a warbler aimingits yellow repliesat …
(After W. S. Merwin)I am trying to decipher the wordsinsects spin into night’s dark speechvapors and tremorsin a grammar of …
On the edge of townoaks and pines unfoldon a spray of wetlandacross my trail,knotted catbrier pins my arms;ten yards away …
Every day for three years I shared my peanutswith a small gray squirrel. She had a blond tail.I never touched …
(After Mary Oliver)When I lived in the cityI dreamed I was made of bricks.When I lived by a small round …
(After Mary Oliver, On Traveling to Beautiful Places)Mary found God everywhere—dusty flowerbeds, sand under sun,certainly on distant islands,each place animated …
Invasive plants get around, the woods are a promiscuous place.Kudzu, rose of Sharon come with a mad lust for lifeand …
I could do that, thinks the mannequin, I could be a scarecrow. Changewould do me good—this plastic smile makes my …