Category: poetry

birdman

there’s a grosbeak in the pines,

and he asks me, “tee tee tew?”

so i answer, “i am fine,”

and inquire, “how are you?”

*

as a birdman, i will say

that he understands my words–

but they might put me away

for talking with the birds.

–photo by me

one life (archives)

seventy-one times around the sun

(a forty billion mile run),

i’d clung to earth both day and night

as thirty thousand times it spun.

*

and now, at four or five dogs old,

my body’s grown by thirty fold–

no matter how you add it up,

it comes to just one life, all told.