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 permanently
delete these messages"
on a lonely winter night
eVer since you,
I'Ve 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