Bears

 

four and twenty blackberries

caked onto the waiting sky

sliced wide open, dripping

juice stains on linen

 

a one man band follows you

sops up wet pie crumbs

trailed through kitchen, yard

forest, past your forever gate

 

thicket, brambles where you

ramble unhindered among

trampling bears who render

and validate your language

[RK, 11/27/2020]

 

 

Tornado Watch

 

we waited and watched

the sky darkened

nothing happened in the sky

in the sky nothing

could happen, the lake frozen

unable to reflect the nothingness

of the outside, or the somethingness

of the inside

[RK, 11/27/2020]