On 29th Ave, the crows come and go,the cats roam together, and dogs knowthere’s a hole where their faces fit just so,in the red gate, down low, wherechinese lanterns, and heuchera growAnd where Loki, Ninja, Jasper, and Oats–and look, Ginger-Snap too, they’re all on the porchIt must be treat time on 29th Ave,with the catsContinue reading “It Must be Treat Time on 29th Ave”
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While the Berries are Still Between Brown and Green
The crows arrive with their babiesas the raspberries form and ripen, and as the chamomile bloomsAnd the choking-gargleof feeding baby crows accompaniesthe bushtits’ peeps,the scrub jay’s shrieks,and a finch scolding Little Sir as he stalksthrough glowing and dappled garden stems, and as he crosses the streetAs Her Majesty ignores him from her sunny spotin theContinue reading “While the Berries are Still Between Brown and Green”
An Aubergine Ending
-for A.B. She leaves her hair in the garden for the crows to build nestsI find it in pretty piles, purple piles like the restPurple piles, purple pillows, purple handles on the doorsPurple switches, purple toilet seat; all she touches, forevermore Outside, above the garden her murder patiently waits One scout announces first sight asContinue reading “An Aubergine Ending”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 