SKY NEWS
No place to sleigh ride anymore--
antlers are just the same
we're wiping the fields clean
through the front windshield's rain.
We're passing the lorries skidding
out along the motorway, I've half-
a mind to stop--the car has a mind
to drive itself all the way back.
From Nottingham to Middlesbrough
so I keep my foot down on the bass,
my feet keep trading places from
the brake pedal to the gas.
No place to sleigh ride anymore--
antlers just the same
we're wiping the fields clean
through the windshield's broken pane.
TAKE A SNOW DAY
A limb from the cypress
has broken, leaving a gash
and a near miss, my cheek
is bleeding in the snow
and children are sledding
down the hill, screaming
from all directions,
a kind of kill as they swoop
down across the pond
the heron flaps in its escape
looking for a landing,
I feel its cold breath
all across the sound where
I take a page from this journal
as a snow field to sled on
or a pond to skate on.
I walk across the snow,
my feet clinging to my soles,
my breath frozen for now
my lips re-sealed
in my holy book where
I write down the day
keep track of even the dog's
paw prints in the snow and
ducks still swim on a frozen
pond as though it were vinyl.
DAYLIGHT'S SAVINGS
A scattering of robins, crows, hens
across the yard, picking up feed
grubs, tattoo the ground
eviscerate the lawn around me.
Their shrill cries warn
they're massing out on patrol
eat together as friends
hens fill the yard in pecking order.
Perfume of Daphnes in the air
with their pinafores, I cross
the street and up Division, but forget
to multiply, keep the remainder
With time on my hands and counting
I have only wristwatch
to remind me of the hour
I saved by getting up early.
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