the seagull as time

careening in lines clean

all across the clear 

sky and a blur of high

clouds into white feather

edges of grey and nothing

the seagull as an american

the seagull is pertinent

the seagull has a status symbol

the seagull makes wake

 

in certain circles

everyone says 

 

the seagull the seagull the seagull

 

that seagull is today 

a role model

a representation 

an idealization

tomorrow also possible

for them for you and me to see

only one of us can be

who is left last?

inspired : expired?

the poets

believed

the people

bereaved

 

all that we have is all they want

lobsters and hotdogs

all that they have is all we want

courage and freedom

 

on seagulls

the seagulls lull up there

turning their backs on us

in loops through inside out

 

the seagull is like this and that

maybe

the seagull likes this and that

 

the seagull equivocates

the seagull emminates

the seagull is up to date

the seagull says see you late

lopi

see them flames lick

the glass heavy thick

corners opaqued a bit

eyes dry and transfixed

first day

purple crops the crocus stops

me from inside now outside

from stepping further on

count one amongst the yellow sum

one part earth and one part sun

THAT is a good question

oh why? 

I don't know. .

Maybe its because?

No. . . ..

Is it .?

welllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

isnt it?

 

What isn't it ?

 

Idunno

s'march

 a little dose of march

to start

to balk at

to bray at the moon who

hovers over the snow shovel

objects impossible

lets let these be here

the cheerios fell there

fingers aiming and missing

dropping from a fist rolling

 

Open Water

Following on the Goose vortices

One well worn Golden Eagle

A trembling scythe wheeling

An uncertain approach broken off

Mallards not concerned Swans sleeping

The Goose make room but soon too

The wind brings wet snow down the sound

Crows surround the Eagle sitting soaking

Tail immersed watching looking

A riled and dirty Swan approaches

An impending rumble

Or Eagle remains nonplussed

The Swans mute can't call a bluff

The February Day

Each foot step is filled in

Snow pretending to be a flow

Fingers and toes

Frozen drifts accumulate interest

A rabbit and a cardinal know