Saturday, May 7, 2011


when the evening breeze
moves too swiftly

for adherance to the strict regime
of conscious cloudbursting

simply take to collecting sky pennies
hovering in that subdued hue of blue

and in honing unfocused attention
on birdsong and a quality
of nothing in particular

as an antidote
to that clock-hewn amnesia
of flightless words
and the rigid monopolies of thought