The Middlewesterner

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 301

from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 301

You cannot know
what the snow

wants to write
in these mountains.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:52 AM

Thursday, May 10, 2018

CROWS WORK

Crows work
the roadside
like old men

pushing their
coffee cups
with words.

What you want
depends on
what you know.

Sometimes
offal
is enough.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:52 AM

Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Tinnie

from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Tinnie

Tinnie, the sign
says. Big enough
to slow you down.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 9:42 AM

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

AT EVENING

At evening
where trees

catch light,
their fire.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:05 AM

Monday, May 07, 2018

APRIL MORNING

So, sky, where have you put the wind?

The hawk wants something to ride

and I need the wisdom of crow,

who knows when to stay and

when to go. Some clouds, the sun,

trees wanting to bud. It is April.

How much longer should we wait

the fire of spring's opening?

How much longer should we hope?

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:15 AM

Sunday, May 06, 2018

Highways 70/380, Hondo Cemetery

from

NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO

January, 2016

Highways 70/380, Hondo Cemetery

What a place

to come to die,

these sheltering

mountains.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:21 AM

Saturday, May 05, 2018

LOVE

These hands,

a terrible kind

of knowing.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:48 AM

Thursday, May 03, 2018

EVEN THE SQUAT-

Even the squat-

tailed starling

wants love, or

what passes for

love among us.

Spring sun. Nest-

building effort,

another go

round this orbit.

Buzz-brain of

doing, we can't

think of tomorrow

nor yesterday,

only of this

burning, only

of today's love.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:29 AM

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

Highway 380, Mile Marker 106