Saturday, April 22, 2017

Dewey Nature Poet

Poetic habit:
writing at an hour of the morning,
while looking out the back window.
Dewey goes outside to write
and sits barefoot on the cedar porch,
so that the outer weather—
late April buds,
pair of finches chirping on a basswood branch
(male with reddish head
Dewey
observing with apt precision)
matches the weather on the surface
of Dewey’s skin—their
hanging foot and bare knee
also part of the weather, 
are they not?
kitschy ardency already present
in the finches’ song
(red squirrel bounding across the lawn),
making Dewey want to pin
their heart like a big Valentine 
to the top
of the power-line pole across the alley.