1.23 A Voice
This morning in the sky
a flying V of fowl
except
not at all the shape
normally reserved for
migration
no no
this morning in the sky
they formed a B
honking as if
to say
nothing to see here
and carried on
their calls fell away
almost entirely before
another gaggle appeared
this one an E formed
straight from printer’s row
and next came
H and I stood
craning my neck at the horizon
while A and V passed by
followed by yet another E
or perhaps the same
as the song of their passing
faded from the sky
and I returned
smiling
to my front door.
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1.24 Treasure Hunt
These wooden pieces
and their cardboard home
tucked away beneath
paper and ink decrees
secreted away
in the back of
this old teak chest
is so much more
than just a game.
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