wanderer,
you’ve found the moon
tonight
—
by James Brush
five swans
their rapid wake
touches shore
ripples in the reeds
a lone egret
sleety rain
the tree leaves rattle
and hiss
grinning moon
tree branch fingers
scratch night’s chin
the sages bow
south wind
through dry leaves
greyhounds sniff
the siren night
blackbird clouds
swirl above treetops
come, pilgrims
after thunderstorms
your dark eyes shine
black vulture
a squirrel’s wet fur
rain-slick road
rain
tickles his face
giggles
reentry day
windblown dandelion fluff
at the concrete’s edge
—
All good things, even Christmas vacation, must end. Still, I’m excited about my new schedule, which includes two creative writing classes.
the auto shop
a single ice crystal
melts on my jacket