Spring Fields

bluegrass banjo
me playing from my art box
in middle of field

painting my toes
sitting in colorful flowers
on an oil field

ten minutes rest
in open field
a suvonior tick

Bird Calls

hark! the lark sparrow
Alien lazer gun sounds
and a few bird farts

sage chicken disco
males get down and funky
pretty ladies watch

among the grasslands
sounding like its dinner
the grasshopper sparrow

The Melting Bighorns

melting bighorns
fresh moose print in soil
lion tracks follow

they plowed 14a
winter snow ten feet high
now gone with spring

ice chunks cracking
being washed down
the swelling rivers

No Address

generosity reversed
his precious library card
taken from me

no address
no door
living among sagebrush
in a tent
on wyoming floor

blackhearted clouds
torment me every night
foreboding lightning

sleep
much needed
no rest
heavy eyelids
flash
the sky sparkles
on electric nights