EARTH ~

Starting Small




A tiny rivulet,

capillary for a creek

that is going home



to an ocean

beyond its

imagining.








Lunar Moth



Washing the dishes,

looking up —

a lunar moth

against the window.



Often I forget

how close —

this other world.








In Noon Heat



The man hoeing corn quits for lunch,

tries to squeeze into the shadow

of the useless scarecrow.








Mr. Girtley



His face

all stubble,

unshaven.



Tractor hat askew.

Ancient clothes

limp on his frame.



His tobacco patch,

cultivated

with a Farmall F-20,



chopped out with

a sharp hoe,

neat as could be.








Message Received



The full moon

swimming the whole ocean

to tickle my toes.








The Extreme Measure



Laughing / crying,

crying / laughing.



Not knowing

which came first



or how it began

or how it is to end.



Knowing this only

if you've been there.



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from LUSTRE OF THE EVERYDAY,
COMMON EPIPHANIES
by Jonathan Greene

Broadstone Books
418 Ann Street
Frankfort KY
40601-1929
BroadstoneBooks.com

the lush cover photograph is by the author's wife
Dobree Adams ~
there are 65 handbound copies