On Osler Street, Vancouver West
somewhere down my neighborhood
as if the sun and moon were melting
all the cherry twigs tinged with spring
like morning glows fallen in the wood
beside the freshly mown lawns I jog
both my steps and breaths in keeping
with every little bare cluster humming
such a sweet tune in the silvery fog
is my residence here but a day dream
or is the day dream my residence here?
Black Bird
so little triggers
off
a black bird
the moment of truth
feathered with snow
light
to fly into the vast history of
gray |
