If nothing, I knew better

Yes, I knew better

with every fiber of my being

I just couldn’t stop the show

even if I’d wanted to

The dancers danced regardless

while the showmen sang,

underpaid and underdressed

If nothing, I knew better

than to give them validation

or the contents of my soul.

Cassadaga, 2011

two sparrow

This morning, a sparrow

gnaws at my ear, his absence

is all that I see, while sunlight

casts shadows on tree limbs

I hear, nothing but sparrow clearly

while stillness, and calm

fly all through the air, impressions

a Renoir scene, two sparrow

take wing, like dancers I hear

them tip toe paint gracefully.