Nestbuilding

 

Morning: Lorine Niedecker,
American Poet (1903-1970)

Lorine,

in our thickly
twinned cy-

presses,

the ooh-ah-
ooh of mating

mourning doves
call your

You
ah you

here.

(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #2, Autumn 2002.)

Composition #5

under

a low mottled moving blue-
white canopy a

swaying field of tall yellow-
green mustard

riddled with red wind-
flowers.

Not So Recently Linked: A belated note of thanks to Skysill Press of England for providing a link to my blog some time back and which I became aware of only a few days ago.

To a Neophyte Poet Blinded by the Light

You have the gift
Of offhand sleight,

Though naught it seems
As touch to sight.

Punch-Drunk Down And Out in Tijuana

What's missing, slugger,
Is the zing in the mescal,

The bat out of hell, worm in
Your belfry loud as a bell.