Woodpecker

The woodpecker way,
Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden,
Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness
But to get through layers
Where necessary nourishment lives,
One feeding the other,
In the movement a transference
Of information,
Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic
Dancing to a drilling drum beat
The woodpecker way.

Humming Bird

I met a girl
Clothed in emerald green
A red scarf sparkling around her shoulders
She flashed by careening,
One second cartwheeling and humming,
Another second her nose in a book,
She came hovering over,
All the while her fingers moved
Plying a needle and thread
Through roses. Continue reading “Humming Bird”

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