Monday, April 15, 2013

Miracles are everywhere (#PoetryMonday*)

A seed pod from the locust tree uncurls, black and shiny,
bulges and stretches out, hisses at me and slides into the trees,
taking the shape of a black rat snake.

A green rock, or is it a scuffed softball, grows stubby scaled
legs and pointy head, stalking off slowly into the waiting forest,
a box turtle alarmed.

A tumble of dried grass rolls in the wind becoming a rabbit, hopping.
A small stand of trees and brown shrubs seem a glimpse of deer.
A shaking of wind-blown leaves transform into fleeing birds.
Blue sparks flash among the blades of grass,
the electricity of fast-moving skinks.

As the day ends, the west distant edge of the fireless woods
blazes below the dark smoke of the evening sky
starred by fireflies dancing and winking.

A dog-like blur of fur stops, looks at me, a coyote
contemplating my intentions against his, then is gone,
leaving behind only the memory of his eyes and raised ears.


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FYI: I first doodled a rough draft of this poem around 2007 when living in Fishers, Indiana near Fishers Heritage Park near Eller Road and 106th. I went walking in the park and the attached woods several times a week. I've "finished" the poem (at least for now) for this post. I think this is a tad better than the previous PoMo post <wink>.

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