Wednesday, April 29, 2020

RAYMOND ROSELIEP ~










   with their pipes

hunched under spring sky


   old men make clouds








in the widow's veil


stars


blown from dandelion








spring breeze


puffs through the skeleton


of a bird








the farmer talks corn,


pointing where the corn


is talking








my mother stock-still


before the balloon I put


on my father's grave








he removes his glove


         to point out


                              Orion








   walking in the rain


I pass a stranger


                I know






______________________

Raymond Roseliep