April 17, 2017Poem
Why do you ask
naturecitymemorytime
Why do you ask
Even as smoke
From the chimney
Curls up into an alabaster sky
Rain waiting to dance
On an old tin roof
Every drop a splinter
Of yesterday
Words are formed
They spill out of your mouth
Dribble down your
Prickle basket chin
Barely breathing
Afraid to be heard
For the weakness in them
An old crow
Nods its head
Broken tail feathers vibrate
There is harmony in the hum
Of electricity
Heavy wires sag
They will fall one day
But in between time
They make good scratching posts
Flies hover over steaming
Rumps as wild deer
Rut
They are beautiful
Silhouetted against
The wildwood
It is their home
Living here
Is what they know
It is the way of things
To seek an answer
To a question
Once asked
But there is no reason
For happenstance
Only consequence.