to be mindful.
the larger than life pileated woodpecker comes knocking
with its flaming peaked head and ravenesque body,
a foot long like a boulevard hotdog
a foot long like a boulevard hotdog
into the woods i go,
to acknowledge that life is full.
the blood orange winged blackbird
who hovers lakeside as somber
as all the black we used to wear
as all the black we used to wear
during our love of depeche mode
and new order in the '80s
and new order in the '80s
my very own woodlands creep
with the most invasive weeds
yet daffodil cheery
yet daffodil cheery
like the bed of buttercups that lies in front of Lincoln
who sits statuesque
next to my second home of 13 years
next to my second home of 13 years
into the woods i go,
to find my soul.
the clamor fills the darkness
as it swells with 28 species of frogs
as it swells with 28 species of frogs
they keep my woodslands healthy and mosquito free
a lively chorus of spring peepers
like dusk's rush hour lullaby
of jersey city's summer crickets
in the basement of my nunda avenue home
like dusk's rush hour lullaby
of jersey city's summer crickets
in the basement of my nunda avenue home
