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Eclipse -- Gin Bender Poetry Review
Eclipse
Black pine
Blue night
Stars
Like white glitter.
We lie on our backs
In heaps of sleeping bags and blankets
October's chill wet beneath us.
The eclipse is halfway
Complete.
There is only the fading
Of our voices
Between here
And there.
The geese have gone
Mostly quiet
Beside the pond.
A few garbled calls
Flock and resettle.
Coyotes howl
Like wolves in the distance.
One star blasts west
Without a sound.
A smear in the east
Marks some distant galaxy.
There's a rustle in the underbrush
As another star shoots low
Closer now
Pulling a static tail.
Earth's shadow creeps umber
Over the last lick of moon
With a splashing
Ruffling of feathers
And the celebratory
Yips and yaps
Of hungry pups.
The Neighbor's Bison -- Rosebud, Issue 41, 2008
The Neighbor's Bison
More than a hundred gather
on the other side of the fence,
which serves no more purpose
between us than a line.
Often a bull will lean his way through
to graze in our valley,
then amble home on his own.
As I watch the herd grazing
in a green corner of the pasture,
they simply turn their huge, burly heads
and look at me.
Not a word about the ancestral slaughter.
No complaints about the fences or the east.
I hear only the faint pulling of roots.
New Neighbors -- Modern Haiku, Winter - Spring 2008
new neighbors
new curtains
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