Just there
in the clamor of
leaves and songbirds.
Just there
a nest of line
in thick brush
by the river.
Just there
a noisy story
that could be true.
Just there, a scrabble
of inspiration
on four paws.
Just there, a flash
in the muddy swirls
of spring flood.
Just there the one in the clamor of
leaves and songbirds.
Just there
a nest of line
in thick brush
by the river.
Just there
a noisy story
that could be true.
Just there, a scrabble
of inspiration
on four paws.
Just there, a flash
in the muddy swirls
of spring flood.
that got away,
the better to lure you.
Just there,
stories told soft, with
wide arms, wide eyes.
news from a small town 8, March 2012
