~ for Wesley

loading the boat after a day on the water

sandhill crane flies overhead, magnificently

late August sun taps the hilltop, chef’s kiss

cellphone radar images:  red, nearly black; moving fast

cellphone alerts: danger ahead; seek shelter

cellar:  a place of refuge

cellar:  where one goes & hopes not to die

once upon a time

I looked into my future

both eager & afraid —

watching my shadow,

searching for clues

gargantuan footsteps

the ones they loved most

have gone away

My poem, Five Blackbirds: Random Meanderings While Scrutinizing a Shrunken World, was published on August 12, courtesy of Bulb Culture Collective which is self-described as an online literary space for previously published literary work.

I hope you’ll enjoy it!

speaking only now of hangnails

lumpy gravy, burned out lightbulbs —

yet another New Year’s Eve