street – The Consolations of Writing

Afternoon Flight

A willy wagtail, was it? Perhaps, but no time to check What Bird Is That? as it wags its way through lanes at lights, a truck here turning, there a foot compressing asphalt. Yes, I have seen its tail – proud tuft of feathers – pluckily braving the afternoon rush, and seen it hover,Continue reading “Afternoon Flight”

Street Camping

We watched, static in our waiting spots, lights red, traffic backed up Queensberry Street, as the purple tent, pegless, half air-borne, somersaulted across the road and stopped at the stilled bumper of a nearby car. The car was motionless, like ours, yet not waiting to start. Content, the purple tent rested, royal, carefree in thisContinue reading “Street Camping”

Nocturne

Dance the night amidst the mist and hover cloud above the earth; sing the streets in silent vigil, sleep the world aright. Water soil, the dew of nighttime, watch the sleeping grasses grow; let the nocturne song surround you as you come and go. Rain falls on the just and unjust; nighttime fallsContinue reading “Nocturne”