Poezja

sizing up the shed’s frame
a magpie glides in
lands on the ridge
raised and fixed about an hour ago
 
Fur Elise floats across the winter fields
lines dangle, footsteps wander
undulations somehow escape
my mind’s dogged need for order
 
we walk euphoric miles
knee deep in sand dunes   
the ocean does its lunar thing
we do have that in common
 
radio quiet, the pencil’s music
without appetite weaves thoughts
dreams and fears — as the changing light
inexorably shifts the margins of our life