turkey
buzzards swarming touching
down a
mile from last year's gathering
point they
seem to have lost a
little speed or
maybe just deflated enthusiasm the
mangroves haven't
changed too much though
the wind keeps
the ibis undercover
for the next
week i'm going to
try to not say the following
words and see if my
mind clears or my attitude
improves: trump clinton
(either one) republican or
republicrat democrat or
demopublican dnc rnc imf mf cabinet
appointments traffic on
I-95
even without a
photo the sight of a
solitary hawk in a mangrove as the kayak
slips up fifteen feet
between our eyes as they meet her or his
eyes head &
shoulders above peering down no image no prey i move on
ibis
clustering
along the
intercoastal standing their
ground pecking
forever pecking where the
grass is always
greener
osprey waits
on a barren
branch head jerking
east then west the most
patient will prevail or to
each according
to their need
there's
always one drafting
on the migratory flock saving
up for the headwinds &
storms a
long journey sometimes
has no
logical ending though
you know it the
moment you arrive steady
heartbeats are
not for storing spend
them as you go ---
e b bortz
spent
not his youth but
his current teetering seniorhood fake
believer in what appears to be an empty room
for the lesser evil star studded
wallpaper as an option (no thank you
i'll keep my faux pas rather than) essential
incrementalism too little too
late maybe rubbing
shoulders with talkers
who go over my head as i try
to throw up my verbal defenses usually
failing borrowing
from camus and simple rebellion telling my
friend the obvious that this
might be our last go around the
imprint left on the trail outside is our
only truth coming
from our mostly honest bare feet making
the journey to ashes or dust one for
celebration
there's a toll
road
to the
whitehouse
that goes thru
pennsylvania
broken upended
sections of concrete
like a split
in the ruling elites
(where the
light slips in like leonard might say)
from the last
hurricane
to the first
standing rock
an fbi shuffle
is in the
cards
satisfying
bottomliners
both sides of
a crooked aisle
keeping a lid
on things
becomes an end
in itself
a seed is
found
& cast as
a green vote
the ridge
finds
a river moving