The Lewistown Narrows
The sun unzips
Along the uneven teeth
Of the pines
Before folding
Into a ruck
Of umber,
Stirring crows
From their huts
To speckle
The sapphire sky.
The writer has been happily married for 38 years and lives in a valley of birdsong and wildflowers.
He has published in Jellyfish Whispers, The Cortland Review, The Wilderness House Review,
The Blue Lyra Review and others.
He eats PBJ sandwiches everyday for lunch!
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