Raven in the road claws scrape the hissing asphalt on garbage day.
…
(Raven in the road waddling to and fro’ his father was a duck!)
Robins read their song from the sheet rain drumming accompaniment.
Soaking down birds shower free.
Before the birds – a winter den flickers pink alert and thinking
Sometimes I glimpse enlightened states in my householder existence. In those moments if I write ~ I remember.