Following the Slideshow, I Let the Starling
go. The chickadee I pinned and framed.
a bantam plane slips behind the spire.
Can you catch the shape note singing?
and it should be a simple survey – a harness
to hold wine – yet every time the reel
Ticonderoga, I’m offering you
a threepennyworth ransom for
For something, the detective was last
seen in a too-big blazer: then blizzard:
We have established some seams,
that birds too bleed under claw.
we might have used puffball and pinch;
the eye entering a three-sided model or
and smeared with rotting fronds.
The inhabitant has stuffed plumes, pebbles:
in the seams of a too-big blazer. The plumes
are spattered. With wine. Focus, then
aerial, the voices drifting from the plane.
The fort demanded and given in no name.
In the Fall the Threshers Came
Being in damp
We became quarrelsome and cranky
There were buffalo wallows
Not yet become part of our vocabulary
Air on screened balconies advanced
So funny and wise
Olive showed me
The baby in the big china wash bowl
She then climbed on the rack
I simply couldn’t speak
Air or foggy weather
Never allow it to go crosswise
When we heard the sleigh
Started by a virus
He reached out
To grab the lamp glass
We rode back to the granary on a load of grain
Mother had a new side-saddle
Long heavy skirts really
Soaked up the water
Always place the sheaf
Head first on the carrier
Miss Matheson tinkled a little bell
Most of us were constrained
To get him to stand alone
How tall she had grown