two bits

[whitereflection]

outstretched

every day she climbs mountains
so every day she can jump
and imagine what it would feel like
to have wings

(2/07)


*****

maybe Monday

March-warmed winds
gusting
across a pensive long-shadowed parking lot
dust plumes of winter grit unfurl
and the sun dresses up in summer's clothes;
I smell rain
thunderclouds prickling at the corners of my eyes
and I squint at the crow
perched on the shoulder of the sky
lurking
ruffling and spreading his wings of dusk.

(3/16/07)