Sunday, April 3, 2011

Book excerpt: Barred Owls and Conical Dipoles

Barred Owls on Evening Walks

On Evening walks , I sometimes hear you 
Call your lady from her sleep
The sun crept below
 the Rollin's Apartment edifice,
She answered beautiful and deep. 

The italianate balconies awaited 
The continuos allusion
of the lovers
 that played me,
Darting by in the night
with a silent swish,
Then away into the wood.

Another evening, I told my love
Conditions would be good.
We then were bogged in a mucky mess
talking of earthly scrabble.
Only to almost miss you overhead
Gazing gently down,
My heart skips with  every encounter.

 So the painting, Conical Dipoles depicts
The Owl's prowess, 
if I were you as adept,
my eyes would be like fists.

 Eyes and ears so like antennae
 to sense and see.
A vision of multitudes of information.

I searched for you both so diligently,
On evening walks to no avail.
Not in your tree from days before 
Or where I hear the call.
Just before sunrise then I hear you
She answered then again.
I saw a pair perched in two trees
Saying their morning goodbye.

She rose like a heart balloon
And you swooped down
with wings the same heart  shaped wings
 lifted you to descend.
You darted quickly away.

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