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Monthly Archives: February 2009
a tornado of grackles
swirls through the lot
leaving a sparrow
a hawk on the neighbor’s fence—
almost late for work
chickadees in all three trees try to outchickadee the other two
This entry was posted in winter on February 24th, 2009.
I caught my breath when you confessed
that you love vultures too
Update: I donated these lines to read write poem’s share the bop. Two writers used them in their poems:
“A Vulture’s Love Is True” by Deb
“cathartes aura bop” by Angie
a woodpecker turns,
studies a spot on the tree
and takes careful aim
This entry was posted in winter on February 20th, 2009.
shadows race across a brown field;
vultures ride the crystal air.
goldfinches and sparrows hold still as statues;
a falcon has stopped time.
butterflies swarm around my legs trying to trip me,
trick me into thinking springtime thoughts
goldfinches explode across the sharpest of winter blue skies,
disappearing into trees faster than a dream