• Sam Baker

no jets flying over

no jets fly over

like after 9/11

so quiet

no lights at night

so dark

no people moving

so still


cardinals eat black oil sunflower seeds rushing glancing

white tail leap-the bodyside of their tails whiter than the whitest cotton

a bald eagle flies south east above the face of the river

flowers bloom then lose their bloom

rain falls skies clear rain falls fog wind moon full to faint to black

and the sun

that lucky old sun

just rolls around

the good earth all day