Sunday, April 17, 2011

missed connections

he cocks a 14-carat eye at her (she of course
cannot) and then for fourteen seconds

a co-ed gang of Brewer’s blackbirds
settles by the fence. but don’t try to look -

you have already missed them –  and already
with no drumroll at all, fresh-baked twilight

is coating the landscape.  it must be time
to call it another day (for da
wn chorus comes early)