Saturday, August 9, 2014

Pen



A pen has power:
held lightly
in a mold of fingers
transforming
wordlessly
into a cat's
batted prey.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Cardinal




I lose the strain
of the crickets' song
at the sight
of your old red crest
closer to me
than you have ever been
so that I begin to doubt
recognition of you.