pangs
the old man
was living
out his life
in a cabin
built of logs
taken from
his forest
of might-have-beens
Walk in Beauty
I have watched
as the city has crawled up and peered
over my back fence.
Once empty fields
spout developers signs like
invasive star thistle.
when we settle down
Ravens give way to crows
as the wild drifts steadily
further away.
Coyotes howls fade away
into twenty-four seven
traffic noise.
Landscaped deserts
uninhabitable save by people
and their pets.
when we settle down
All mornings that come after
are shadows of mornings
from our youth.
While the children
seek out other voices
to fill up their emptiness.
when we settle down
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