Conversation on Horseback
“Ha, miracles! Walking on water, and the like?”
Archive for Poetry of Hugo E. DeSarro
Visitors at the Bird Feeder
The feeder isn’t far from the window and sometimes the birds stare at me and make me feel like a Peeping Tom. And sometimes they just ignore me.
An old tree
The hollow trunk is held together by steel rods, and the heavy arms are supported by cables. The old maple is like a patient on a life support system.
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Black Dog
At the ballgame. Photo by Brenda Sullivan.
Black dog trotting down the street,
looking neither right nor left,
preoccupied,
intent on where he’s going.
That dogs have places to go,
appointments to keep;
that we are not alone on earth
with obligations,
to some is disconcerting. It irks
their vanity to concede a trait
in common with the lesser beasts.
In [...]
