Agency Village

one by one
deer cross the highway, 
moon in every eye















medicine wheels--
through damp spring fog,
cairns of rough field stone

 frost on the window--
the day watcher's lookout
somewhere in the trees

Agency Village--
the eagle returns in daylight
  to inspect an old kill

hazy morning--
hungry sparrows in and out
an open door

lean times--
crows worrying
road kill

BIA 701--
country-western and native songs
through static on the radio

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More Walnuts

the crowds all gone home
sleek crows forage
through bits of bright litter -
Dandelions








stinging nettles,
young maples like weeds -
the mystery behind
your manicured lawns









trumpet vines
burst through the tarmac -
bangers on the corner
argue on their iPhones







a horn blows in traffic
the texture of twine -
high summer sun bakes
the brick wall








a dusty-red wren
perched on a pail -
heat shimmer blurring
the hot-tar roof









a musty smell from limestone
bits of broken glass -
the stain from fallen walnuts
stuck to our hands