A blustery March day In February Leaves form a pigs tail for The Devil Doves sway common on wires Makes me feel like Jesus It is happy here Typical regeneration of entropy Mountain fences zig-zag Along side asphalt Flake deed Chalk angels blow Blue wood wing in Counter clockwise Motion Sentient white cat eyes Knows me for what I Am I cross myself Leaves hover above a Dead blackbird as if its Resurrection Were at hand
A poem I wrote 22 years ago I recently re-visited...I always liked it.