poems with animals...

January 24, 2016

A harvest moon is rising on my breakfast plate

a fried yolk loosed from its horizon.

I hardly taste the onions

while reading of saints

but making noises under the table,

privately,

or so I think—

until my bird wakes up from all the racket

and says Hello! in reply.

I chuckle out...

December 6, 2015

The cat’s eyes are looking outside, shiny as fishbowls.

Like bowls they never blink

when she’s looking away like this.

When she sits with her back to me

her fur twitches.

My fingers don’t touch her

and she watches me without her eyes.

I’m as puffed with impatience

as a goldfis...

December 6, 2015

What did you call it the other week

when you started seeing

the edge of your vision

sharpen into shapes

like potters’ wheels

and periscopes

and wall maps

It was like the flicker of afternoon sunlight

you could only see

when you looked away

You kept trying to roust it up

as if it...

December 6, 2015

The hummingbird with his little monkey head

turns his needle beak this way and that

threading droplets onto his body

feet on the branch too small to see

I put my feet on pink concrete

watching my shoes pace the labyrinth

maybe too intimate for business folk

but not that way f...

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