Published in LYNX

XXI:1 February, 2006

 

 

Untitled
anya

 

for each mountain

I'Ve managed to conquer
this bird of prey . . .
how easily it follows
neVer haVing to climb

my computer

asks "are you sure you want
to delete
theis message permantely"
a lonely winter night


eVer since you,
I haVe known all four sounds
of the seasons
spring song and summer panting
autumn moans and wintry sighs


the red-tail hawk
swooping across cloudless skies
it touches me . . .
a flutter of eyelashes
on binocular lenses


an autumnal night
from some bygone era

in this dream
I'm a traVeler stranded
out after the curfew