Saturday, April 11, 2015
for the commander
on the side of the road an eagle stands beside its mate
all things mourn
in the clear sky above the ridge
no tears
we had our marching orders
yet
we strayed
Thursday, January 22, 2015
at dusk
where the drive goes down to the barn
and there are horses
loafing in the fading light
an owl listens
on a post to the voles
in the meadow where the drive
goes down to the barn
and there are horses
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