Once again
This was
Written for
Someone I believed
To be in
Their own simplicity
In this case meant
Bending earthward
To think out days
Yet to fly
My animal stares
Restless, grieving
Over and over
The starting place
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
When waked
Just then
Recounting all
An ark of scenes
Weighing worth
Or worthless dreams
My square
Of canvas
Straining to
What waked itself
Another day
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
You walk up
On the unmade
Bed of glacier
A stone score
Keyed to
Shaggy bark
Wind swept
Of its leaves
Lichened in
The afternoon
Falling down
To melted light
Which way
Will take
You home
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
Compelled as
I am
To take private
Grounds for
Public use
Our national
Character
Just colonized
My imminent
Domain
Even as
The staunchest
Folk song
In honor of
Lost wilderness
Whistles between
Both ears
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
Sunken
My wilder body
Little pools
Of light
Stuck in
A syrupy smoke
A great love
Has to start
Somewhere
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
A thin wall
Lies
Deeply disturbed
Eyes already spent
A good part of
The mourning
Even, as we were
Flooding
So many compartments
One by one
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
From the first
Vertical wardrobe
Pulling it
All together
Stock at the
Charity shop
Was a dry
Cleaning business
Outside my full-length
Mirrors lack eyes
Quoting and digging
A blind, quoggy spot
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
Are worlds
A less bright
Rich remembrance
Feeling poorly
I seldom leave
The place where
I live
Generations assemble
At the finish line
The quiet ones
Just getting
On with it
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
Why you should
Pour yourself
A glass of water
On your most
Productive days
What I’m seeing
Stood by
The window
Are birds, leaves
And sun
Not necessary
In that order
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
A musty read
The lack
Of binding
At this moment
We can no
Longer admire
November so
A saved date
Seeing as
The bulwarks
Of downed leaves
Barely contain
The itching wind
All full and
Pressing
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2017
