Dragonfly \ Noon Song

Alan:  Roadkill comes in many sizes and shapes.  There’s always too much of it.  We should acknowledge what we destroy.

Dragonfly

The dragonfly

flew low

over the road

and dipped just 

as I hit it

going 40 miles an hour

its perfect hunter’s eye

useless

and its clean arc

cancelled.

I had just time to see

in the rearview mirror

a tiny cross

of body and wings

on the pavement

as I sped

out of its world

forever.

At the corner:

the first fireweed

in bloom.

Nancy:  Wren song and robin song, vireo, hermit thrush, and under the moon the owl – and my songs? Catch me if you can, nothing as certain as matins or evensong.

Noon Song

The vireos

sing call and response

making cathedrals

of the green wood

cool stone

rustle of cloisters

call and response

drifting away

quiet of noon

Drowse of noon

broken

now a small bird

sings its own name

here and there

in the roses

sings what it knows

roses

its own name

then again

silence

Noon song

morning song, evening

sometimes

I close my eyes

         hoping

that sometimes

distant

like a far off

leeohlay

I will hear my own song