... then everything happened at once ... ghosts in the plum trees / dead leaves on the steps ... his name on the owl's tongue ...... the long drive home
... from behind the wood cookstove / in the comfort of the mitten box ... I watch ... the deer lying dead on the kitchen floor ..... the rest of the winter to go
... in the fading light of the farmhouse ... I map my dreams in an old atlas ... leave my mark searching for home ... margins stained by fingertips My reading of this poem on public radio KAXE: https://beta.prx.org/stories/168475
Photo courtesy of Curious Expeditions
... running across the granary roof to a hard landing ... he never got the hang of flying ... his angry feet forever weighing him down
Painting by Winslow Homer