Turdus migratorius

The count is on
The first in January
Resumed in the fifth
Lakeside
Midge land
Vine country
May Day
May days
The red ones
Fly again

sea butterflies

come
dive down
deep down
and swim with them
swaddle their shells
and web their wings
turn the tide
recalculate the sea
melt into now
melt into the future
put the fly
in butterfly
let's find another way

shoots

the bamboo on the ash
restless in the wind
under heavy skies that hold back
come on!
let loose
let loose your drops
shake em down
bless us here
bless us down
a little less dirt
a little more rain
in the heart of dirt city

blossoms

Kickin tin

The substance of nails
Hair maybe skin
The folly of follicles
What are we thinking?
Maybe not you and me but someone
Weighing what it is to be
Nailing down the nails
In my dreams I erode them
Weigh them down
Tip to tip to tip
And then we all rest for awhile
Horns and tips
Frosted tips
Better cuts under the setting sun

two lips

are pressing up from
down under
eager to rise and get going
little fronds tentacles
green fingers telling us it's time
wee bulbs
shots of dutch courage
and all that blooms on the inside
little petals
little shrines
little lips
puckering
x marks the spot

Frack Aso at the Esperanza Peace and Justice Center