A joyous Easter service on this sunny spring morning. A long walk. Some reading. (Traci Brimhall’s Our Lady of the Ruins.) Some drafting. A drive with the windows rolled down to pick up my parents from the airport. Fish tacos. What could be better? Well, I drafted two new poems today. I’m not sure if either one of them is a keeper, but I will share lines from both below:
from “Escaping the Inevitable”
They come for respite, a cure, two/hearts beating loud, trying to recall/what love was before it was not enough.
from “After the Third Failure”
Crows peck at dropped seeds, and/the cat swells with another litter./He goes out to start the reaping./Generations of sunlit fields, full/and ripe with wheat, begin to speak.