Parked in Magnolia Boulevard viewpointI look south toward West Seattleand you An American flagstands straight out from its pole, rigid and shiveringin the relentless wind coming off the Sound I see rain on the distant Sound,leaning and marching toward usYou over there,me over here in my car listening toa cd my friend Jeff made meContinue reading “Parked in Magnolia Boulevard Viewpoint”
Category Archives: poetry
Late Flight Home Dreaming
Smile tonight lunar, like a night like tonight (school children on a night- hike) Make right was a night light like moonlight– a moist hue grows on our skin Delight after groggy skyline miles at night What moon tonight!
Biking Eight Miles East of Loveland
A northern harrier drops from telephone cross pole as I ride under Dawdles low over dry cover, corn stalks with tumbleweeds With off balance ease up to another pole Never seen it dive
2005 Solstice Poem
I hope there is a world where music is like a ten thousand note choir of crows who leaves the Arboretum each morning searching wide moist Seattle for sparkly things and returns in robust dark afternoon cloud for surprised MOHAI patrons and bike commuters, loud and strong and you are never far I hope thereContinue reading “2005 Solstice Poem”
Little Things
Work for Jerry moving rock, three yards moved already this morning In the dirt, two grasshoppers mounted and still—Jerry: “Good for them, the little things, taking their time”
Notes From Tibbett’s Point
Worn foil expanse, flat, the St. Lawrence, gold toward Lake Ontario. Low light through emerald-blue waves breaks on the stone shore. A seagull cruises low over field of cut hay,
A Long, Quiet Word
Words, rumors of the wind through drafty walls and windows like these. Light-pierced, burnt, the great spilling of words.
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 