Days defined by weather’s changes, clouds to sun, gale to calm, cold to warm to hot, climate carries forward, time’s continuum, ever unseasonably seasonal. Our response is to harp and marvel, to disprove the old maxim that we always complain and never do anything to change it.
Water Birds
Birds are water - fountains burst from trees - feathers spatter blue sky. Beaks pierce clouds - clouds fall outward - mists spread, thin, and finally dry. A flock evaporates and I float on the surface, amazed and agape, dry-mouthed, I thirst for more.
Richard Dinges, Jr. has an MA in literary studies from University of Iowa, and manages information security risk at an insurance company. His most recent publications include: California Quarterly, Poem, Cutthroat, Blue Unicorn, and Red River Review.