Birds

Pierced the universe with the beak of a woodpecker
The warmth of its circumferring flowing through
The sage beneath me into the earths tremoring face….

Watched raven….
Tasting its shadow in the shallow of a still river….

Knelt on my knees in the middle of a street…
Looking into the eye of a dead sparrow
The eye clouding in grey gathering ringclouds of farewell….

Held an eagle wing toward the enemies of the earth
Blowing from the wingtip the ashes
Of cedar….
And resistance….

Carried the bones of Mistah….

The marrow of ghosts buried deep in its cavernous memory….

Of dog soldier prayers….
And Cheyenne fires that have no flame….

But life….

From the stronghold
16 May 19

In the rain just now

In the rain just now
Before dusk…

The smallest stones on the shoreline light their lamps….

Every morning the same songs unsung
Hang from the trees where the owls sleep….

Soft songs melting through the leaves

The fragile leaves….

Hiding among the death masks
The still open hands….

Over which a song I have dreamt all my life

Is sounding….

The songs
Foggia italy
April 27.19

Dawn disguised as sorrow

Dawn disguised as sorrow 
Stands before the wintered plain

A wolf track fills with snow….

Crow lands….
Shaking its shimmering being
From the solitude of flight….

Winter
                  Winter

The badger watching….

Mahago domiutz ehiwoh
(Walking badger said this)
January 10,19
Bologna Italy

Cultivating the Silence of a Hungarian

Snowstorm….
The first few flakes cascading
As small messages over the garden…

Having shapeshifted out of an Italian sky

From a swirling wind of tumultuous joy
The acidity of America still strong I’m my senses….

Now in this quiet
Of winter

Transformations of sorrow and frozen rain
Passing through the window glass
To sit with me….

Shivadom maheo neh nameho….

On the frozen plains
Of Oklahoma….

28 November 2015
Gabors smoking room

“Creator pity my beloved”