06-28-2022, 07:49 AM
The static between stations on radios and tvs, and the antennas and tuning knobs have me feel things that Christians feel in near death experiences. Instead of a family member or angel, in the clear radiant light, I see Al Bundy or Fred Sanford or Freddy Krueger, if it's a good night, Drew Barrymore.
Much of the woods around my neighborhood, to call it that, are being cut away. I see cardinals standing on treestumps and feel, if they can do it, so can I.
One among this cycle of poems I'm going through is called There Are No People Only the Dreams Of Animals. Maybe that will relate to your poem here. Maybe not. There are no people in it. Or so says the title.
Much of the woods around my neighborhood, to call it that, are being cut away. I see cardinals standing on treestumps and feel, if they can do it, so can I.
One among this cycle of poems I'm going through is called There Are No People Only the Dreams Of Animals. Maybe that will relate to your poem here. Maybe not. There are no people in it. Or so says the title.