- The Dutch election, it’s here.
- Willa Cather, it’s here.
- Norman Maclean, it’s here.
- The Pope’s take on Jesus, it’s here.
Me, the refugee?
My red-white eye
and blue blue sigh
and hope for self-evident truth?
The slate-colored junco,
the pine siskin,
the dipper, the catbird,
the chukar and starling,
and you and me and our many
winglit warbly ways.
I was trying
to get back to that
huckleberry muffin
at the Blackbird Café
on Bainbridge Island
till my wife came a day later
with a blueberry muffin.
She said, “It’s not huckleberry but”
Wheat growing
and the wind blowing,
and the implication,
not what is said
Home to the now dead
fisher of cod,
the ominous whale,
Calvin
trees, universities
hemp
and a spiry regret