THE SAND HILL REVIEW http://www.sandhillreview.org 2003
Owl, Moon and Mountain
It is night
Moon is full
Owl flies under
Wings in silent voice
Black Mountain, red-rimmed
And moon capped
Shadow and rock-fire
Deepens the valley
y
Red-eye Raven
Escaped Owl’s talon
Looked through my eyes
Came to steal
y
Moon’s milk
Too
Bright
Too
Hot
y
Night
Alpha & Omega
Night
y
Owl
Feathers in my hands
Totem
Between
Red-waters
y
Let the Corn weep passion
to
the Moons
to
the Nights
y
In Red River
Moon’s milk flowed
Only in passing
Slipped my fingers
Bathed dark mound
Venus of red eyes
in black birds, of
Full moons speared
Shadows
y
Milk nights
Flame
of a short-wicked candle
Thin smoke
Trying to paste
Itself
On the Night’s
Indigo.