dawn

soft cold damp air on my skin, cows greet me
the sky turns red, shadows appear in the reeds
the trees, the cows, then my own

good morning, let us greet each other.
the river never stops.

bush crickets call
katy did, katy didn't;
in the world of small things,
big things can happen.

chainsaw
 

ROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RR




*wuh? wah?*

The distinct thudless expanse of the other shoe not dropping

sudden, exciting chatter of jackdaws in the big tree across the street

just as sudden, flapping wings

and silence

The white sussuration of the furnace fan at the registers

break off two icicles
percuss them together
listen
icicles sound twicicles as nicicles

the soft drawn-out splash as the goose makes landing on water

Opening day on the bay; Intermittent diesel thrum and twin-screwed cavitation underscores the yacht club cover bands echoing through the hull.

the dry squeaking of rice crackers being gnawed into eternity

E7 #9

you are the sound of

all the things i want to do

that will get me in trouble

surely they don't expect me not to laugh at a good melodic klaxon

the shrill cries of swallows criss crossing the rainbow sunset sky