The Hoosier Poems
A lone guardian -
blackbird watches a white world
from a frozen limb.
In a spring of birth
I thought I was alone when
two blackbirds crossed skies
Moved by winds of heat
the blackbird flies a summer
endlessly on wings.
A blackbird shadows the
moon, black through ivory,
passing higher still.
A blackbird's feather
in my hand: what skies were moved
by your tooled darkness?
I could never write
the poem of her left hand,
how it hid her breast.
A doe's trail graces
a snow draped hill like frail lace
on a woman's breast.