Poem Category: All

fallen from the tree
ripe fruits of figs split
and seeds trickle out

screeching clutching hawk
a wounded sparrow
its heart still a pump

panicked to running
the rabbit’s lungs… burn
just ahead of dogs

lancing the forest
spring sun glints a wren
and a wren mating

spider suddenly
stirs and is bounding
to the blue fly’s fight

unfolding sunlight
a patch of the lake
leaps out with salmon

face touching spider
what cold fears this thing
bars the way through trees

buried with flowers
in the caw of crows
his weight of her loss

the hips thrust, spin, meet
in Latin rhythms
her dance floor Rumba

burning the future…
I search the house bones
nothing else to own