Selected Poems
Bird on a wire
From this window, birds on electric wires are musical notes
anxious and awake, wait to haunt another sunrise
to retell ancient stories and mourn us with kabuki music.
Birds at the fence are punctuation for invisible sentences.
Ghosts before breathed promises, heard crisp, clearly
meant to be seen, only between our snowstorms.
Birds in grass are code. Messages litter a forgotten lawn
keep clockwork, blocking time, with tweets and hope.
A broken trail followed slowly, to find our way back.
What birds are just birds, sopping wet
silent in witnessing their deconstruction.
These crows muster and decide, having had enough of us
to finally fly away.
anxious and awake, wait to haunt another sunrise
to retell ancient stories and mourn us with kabuki music.
Birds at the fence are punctuation for invisible sentences.
Ghosts before breathed promises, heard crisp, clearly
meant to be seen, only between our snowstorms.
Birds in grass are code. Messages litter a forgotten lawn
keep clockwork, blocking time, with tweets and hope.
A broken trail followed slowly, to find our way back.
What birds are just birds, sopping wet
silent in witnessing their deconstruction.
These crows muster and decide, having had enough of us
to finally fly away.
