Poems

Sunlight in a Dark House

At the certain angle or time
there is just enough light
to fool yourself
that we could have a sunny breakfast.

Our slice of sunshine
is limited to
one room,
and then only
in the summer.

When it's hot
and shadows are all we want.


Chard

Two years ago,
the chard grew through New Years,
saltier in the dark days
not cold days.

The winter was on hiatus
somewhere else,
maybe taking a vacation
or in a treatment program
for human caused disorder.

Where ever it was
we ate from the same plants
whose original leaves pushed
up through the dirt
in early May.


Bird

The other day we woke from a nap,
to hear our neighbor whistling
to a red winged black bird
who would sing back.

I wonder if the bird knew
that it was a grown man,
that it was singing with.

When the man went inside
the bird continued to call
giving up after a few unanswered
melodies.

Now there is one more
red winged black bird who thinks
he's been jilted by a tone deaf lover.