The First Great Beast


Digging the clouds being foaled

By her fresh yellow sun

And baby-blue ocean


Lies on her back 

In her green young fields,

Inspired by shapes, wobbling


Out of her heavens.


Hears the lowing and mewling,

The bellow and roar, 

The thrum of the wings,

The squeak and the grunt, 


The sonorous songs in the flash

of the waters

The songs of the night 


on the lyres of legs


Invents poetry

Under a cloud becoming 

The first great beast.  


(from Medicine, Foothills Publishing, 2017)

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