My eardrums shudder
as helicopters mix air
and whip thought to fluff.
Month: July 2009
7/30/09: Chain
The geese, the airplane
one crow, the departing L—
sound chasing sound.
7/29/09: Summer Snow
Paper falls in stacks
another page, another
buried message.
7/28/09: Tired
Half the night awake
the rest—dark radio rolling
over empty plains.
7/27/09: Again
He let no word sit
picking up each sound each day
to put them back right.
7/26/09: Sunday
Angled morning light
defined rooms beneath the trees—
each unoccupied.
7/25/09: Listening
The L from afar—
a long inhalation
preparing to shout.
7/24/09: Habit
Pigeons assemble
beside an empty bench to
await yesterday.
7/23/09: First Thought
Dozing this morning
I dreamt light flowered—and woke
imagining its scent.
7/21/09: Eavesdropping
A child’s voice mixes
with another—two ribbons
tangled in a tree.
