April Twenty-Ninth Deerfield OH

Huge Flowering Tree

hovers white, centered in a

Wild, Overgrown Field

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Brief Dawn

Clouds allow the rising sun to briefly

slap itself against some houses, whose

cold, long shadows in the rear cling to

what they can of a fallow field as the

sun splashes fresh, yellow brightness

between the homes until the sudden

cheerful light is shut off by the clouds

Not Very Long Ago

a man took a cool-looking

tractor and mowed the field of

wildly free weeds (or AKA: August Fire

Hazard) behind our little house in Hanoverton,

Ohio; also chopping up or squashing many ground

hogs, chipmunks or whatever other living creatures

that couldn’t get away, since they had made nice

comfy homes there through almost two years

of neglect, and I know this because a distinct

odor of extinction thickly wafts our way

from time to time when the wind

provides an obliging path.

The Field of a Hundred Sparrows and Two Cats

Between the house

and a farmer’s several silo’s and monstrous see-through hay barn

Unused last year

weeds had a field day growing tall, strong, interspecies unprejudiced

Now a foot of snow

flattens or bows most of the weeds, bringing their seeds earthward and

a hundred sparrows

daily dine on the seeds after dawn and before dusk, hanging on the stems

sliding in the snow

flitting here and there in groups, singly, constantly keeping eyes out

for two black cats

living under the porch that crash the birds’ dining, hoping to glean their own

stray little delicacies

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TR

Printmaking, Feline-style

An early-rising printmaker had placed

delicately carved cat paw prints in a straight line

toward the weedy wilds of an

unplowed field but just at the edge of the

first line of bowed snow-laden

weeds the artist had changed direction

placing more prints in a new line

returning to civilization…after all

it is very cold very gloomy and very Monday

when less serious artists still sleep

TR