On The Forest Floor

The clear light of dawn has trouble finding its way down to the forest floorThe instruments we use to measure timefrom clocks to calendars to the rings in our treespreserve the illusion of orderand fall in splinters on the forest floorWhen the sun sets on this brutal timewe will be waiting forthe winter to passtheContinue reading “On The Forest Floor”

Visiting with Jeff

It’s been a long time since we were together Visiting with Jeff And other old friends in the cemetery Who no longer need wings to fly That old song came on the radio As we rolled slowly through the bones And over in the distance, Through the haze of the incinerated west, Stands the cityContinue reading “Visiting with Jeff”