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