Poetry of K. A. Markee
lying in wait for a chance to imitatethe mellow rasp or nasal hailing call
in ruffled light behind the deadfall
and under the waning eye of Orion
the dog’s Hup our command bird on, bird on.
Out of the barn a woman came
and moments later came a man,
the length of a ladder between them–
A rung for every year
they’ve cleaned the gutter’s together.