How can a man keep his lawn mowed down
Before it reaches the sky?
And how can a man spread the clippings around
Before he hears neighbors cry?
Yes, and how can a man simply mow his lawn
And kiss all that raking goodbye?
The answer, my friend, is mowin’ in the wind
The answer is mowin’ in the wind
once upon
a time, this fellow
flew to the
sun and back;
it turned his whole head yellow
but burned his face black
–photo by me
sandhill cranes
i see two feathered footballs
on legs like broken sticks;
i hear their lockstep footfalls
between their calls and clicks.
–photo by me
with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me
we’re drawn to the sea
as if we might remember
something that was lost
–photo by me
The young swan was ridden with shame,
And his cruel mother’s words were to blame:
“You’re big and you’re dumb,
And that’s all you’ll become!”
And in time, that’s all he became.
–Photo by me
i love storms;
when black clouds appear
with lightning
and thunder,
i get a tingle of fear
mingled with wonder
–photo by me
the sun aligning
with a porthole in the clouds
is like new-found faith–
suddenly, we see the light
but who can hold on to it?
–photo by me
I dreamed of a big black bird
Hovering o’er the trees,
And when I woke, I wondered
If it had been an omen,
For long ago I’d heard
That a big black bird in dreams
Means one’s about to blunder–
Especially with a woman.
It’s true: I’d made a date
With a woman I’d just met
But I swear on my life
That it went against my heart,
And yet it’s not too late
To call it all off yet–
For I promised my late wife
That till death do us part.
–Photo by me
a cloud-cover leak
emits a fine, high-pressure
spray of stray sunshine
–photo by me
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