Upside-down -
squirrel circus
at the feeder.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Beech
bark
sags around branch stubs
like the
flesh of ancient ones
a gaping
mouth
opens to a
heartless interior
empty eye sockets tilt over
the
misshapen nose
the body
lists and leans heavily
on one
rooted foot
twisted
limbs rake the sky
tiniest twigs
finger the icy wind . . .
my self-conscious
mythical imaginings
chopped
short
by scampering up and around
the stony
trunk
as a
carefree squirrel
darts into my Medusa’s mouth.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
the rush never pays
my car is not out front
but out back
i run a steep gauntlet
up the hill
troubling
the raging red squirrels
robbing blind
the chickadees' feeder
but out back
i run a steep gauntlet
up the hill
troubling
the raging red squirrels
robbing blind
the chickadees' feeder
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