Poetry Selections

I drive home to find
dove feathers

embossed on the plate glass
on the cheek of the house.

I sit
on the loose step

of the porch rocking back
and forth under the green-

leafed sky.
I didn’t see

the two birds
who flew whole

and ecstatic
into the dazzling light

leaving only an outline
of their twinned bodies.

It takes a willing partner
to trade sun

for a sheet
of heaven as fast as that.

To my man I said
nothing

about attraction
but minutes later

we watched two
roadrunners jumping

on the breeze
of Love’s crazy spells.

In these cantankerous days
we must find ways

to fling ourselves
into the right wounded world

opening doors of sky
inward and outward.