Sunday, November 29, 2009

Migration Ku

clouds linger
on Pistol Ridge –
rain dots the Elwah

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two old frogs
cross the street
to Charlie's Tavern

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a sunlight shard
crosses the kitchen
with the old cat

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a plum blossom
catches a gusty –
a delicate scent scatters

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a plume of dust
on Stinkingwater Desert –
wheels and feet

5 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

This breaks open my heart. Beautiful.

Sweetest in the Gale said...

This bursts with imagery...absolutely gorgeous.

Tumblewords: said...

A lovely surge of movement.

ish said...

Nostalgia and immediacy slow dance together in your poems.

gabrielle said...

sparce scenes aching with remembrance. consecrated in time.
lovely.