Thursday, April 28, 2005, 11:00 pm
Denouement
retreating after papers,
fire ants kept me moving till i settled on a heap of dirt
buntings bluebirds noisy nestlings
robins take me to ohio
i played with dirt
first because i didn’t think
then because i did
then because soft, cool
two bikes
i started acting natural–
i’m just sitting here on a dirt pile
he asked if i built them
and i felt like a myth resting on the mountains
after piling up the world
no
calling first
five nighthawks
spread and high
why do i always think of qadar–
i’d better go–
because of the lights, not the dark
mockingbird wonders what’s right with the world
David J. Ringer
on 04 May 2005 at 6:58 pm 1.Lynn said …
Having finally seen nighthawks, I don’t wonder they bring to mind qadar–and those things still send chills down my spine.