"Little Boy" Poetry

“ ’45 Bald Eagle ”

Silver wings soar in space--
A lonely flight revealed
By a quick shadow overhead.

We're lifted gently up
As if coaxed by the same
Spectral winds that push
Clouds over earth.

Then...

Heavens and ground and water appear
To become one beneath this bird--
Beneath us--
As a city feels a new sun.
1/9/2003

Well I slapped on my galoshes and went wading through some of my old poetry today. Here's another one I wrote on the same day as "Fence" (reproduced below). If you need to, take a close look at the picture.