5.27.26
rode a horse today
his name was jesse
he kept looking
just beyond me
the dream was alive
in him, as in I
horizons mean something
we ride on
hearts thumping
5.29.26
is anything as
real as
the long shadow
of a pen
against a notebook
in the
morning light?
5.30.26
running up
north meadow creek
a bullock’s oriole
cuts in front
left to right
across the
cloudless blue,
what sweet
spring lightning
5.31.26
staring at the creek
to try to come back to life
after gazing at the screen.
wow, worked again.
6.1.26
the sun warms my back,
the creek carries winter downstream,
the birds sing freely,
the grass greens each hour,
the cows erode the banks,
the storm swirls down valley,
the desk is an old door,
the legs are driftwood,
the man is content.
6.2.26
i asked my neighbor how he’s been.
he said '“can’t complain…
even if i could, wouldn’t do much good.”
remember,
on the way to pick up raspberry cuttings,
pay attention
6.3.26
a six-legged shadow moves
across my notebook
i look up and embody
the kaleidoscope existence
of a crawling creature
marching straight up
a slippery glass window
with certainty and purpose
oh beetle, what a world.
↓ inspiration ↓
love,
g