Tuesday, July 26, 2011

wandering the county

wet on dry

there’s the downdraft, and
there goes the trash can down
the road again. I smell thunder.

missed it!

A scruffy young redtail bolts
from the sky, dives hard and…
misses his shot, this time.

picking arnica

Today we search for little yellow
stars on steep shady slopes,
and places our shoes won’t slide.

fine dining

blueberry plus blueberry plus
blueberry (here's an almond!)
plus blueberry plus wild onions.

My neighborhood

Half past the last star,
dawn is coming where
the local wolves hang out.