Saturday, February 21, 2015

A bullfrog in a storm drain



In channels clogged with compose
under the steel-fit manhole,
a bullfrog groans bass tone moans.

Caught in last night's downpour
while out on the garden lawn,
he went with where the water flows

-- that's all he knows from days of
being a tadpole before he grew legs
and things
             
                       got complicated --

So he went with the flow,

and all the leaves
that fell in heaps
went with him....

In channels clogged with compose
under the steel-fit manhole,
a stranded bullfrog longs
for another great rain storm.


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A repost from 2012 NaPoWriMo.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Nature takes back everything



Madras pea pumpkin vines entwine 
a pair of rusty shopping carts;

rainwater collect in beer bottles 
and cans; wild grass blankets
the ghost junction of railway lines
             and wind-bent signs.

At dusk, sun rays throw shadows
through rows of paperbark trees

& just before receding,touch pieces 
of broken sand glass, reflecting
lights :red :amber :green.



...

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Maybe....


The meaning of Maybe

a peep of the sun

on the horizon
the clouds gather

so eager to greet 

the day with her
that everything there

becomes grey.