WheelWell (for Zeke)

And there it

Was an adventure

A piece of

Your car hanging

Like a dead

Carcass of something

That you plowed

Over unable to

Move you surgically

Removed it with

Scissors and on

Our way we

Went happier because

We not you

Climbed the smallest

Mountain I’ve seen

BirdHuman

I have never

Seen two birds

Bump into each

Other in flight

We were lucky

Then to be

Humans instead of

Birds weren’t we

River (to Christopher)

And it came

As a surprise

A video call

From you after

A silent week

Like a river

Thawing under April

Sun the chatter

Flowed quietly as

Trickles at first

Then torrents of

Laughter and teasing

Awakened again alive

We seemed to

Grow back into

One another rolling

Like the majestic

River we are

Today’sMorn

The sky this

Morn is a

Sleepy white pale

Blue with rose

Quartz at horizon

Plane sounds like

Hot griddles hitting

Cold water even

The trees lack

Pop as though

They were painted

Saul back East

Hasn’t opened his

Eyes yet causing

All this drowsiness

BirdAngel

A bird on

A fence wondering

Where to next

Like angels in

Heaven wondering which

Soul to save

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