Wayne F Burke

Eternal Return

the sun comes out under

the carbon copy gray

sheet

of clouds;

it is a new dawning

but 

at dusk

heralding the night of dark

magic

to come, when

the moon takes over

from the sun

which, so

far, has

always returned

in the morning.

Pigeons

circling City Hall

year after year

never stopping--in continuous

flight--longer than the span

of a human life--even as

the hearse goes past and

revolutions start and end

the birds fly round & round

in ethereal blue under the

eternal sun.

Stormy Wednesday

the snow plow plows the

driveway--

the wind howls--what's it say?

The snow falls, as it has all

day--

the great pine tree sways

Godzilla-arms

held at bay--

the crows caw

caw

the fog covers awe

awe

until the rain

rains

and the fields

and the plain

come out come out

wherever they may.