What Crosses My Mind

  • Waiting

    Sky fleeting opens eyes to sweep tilling fields of the planting season. The spring might tease the mind. Waiting watching the snows unwind. Bicycles wish melt rubber on the asphalt, smells of pollen, fresh release puddles and rain tapped sills the songs return, we advocate a challenging season. Waiting, watching tree limbs come to life…

  • People Plowing Fields

    There were these conversations I tried to be a part of One might think of them as argument When you listened closely I would often wonder about outcomes How the voices might corroborate Given the angst shared in dialogue Certainly lacks some collaboration One afternoon later in the summer I saw two or three participants…