"by flight & call of sure omen" Cloud Rodeo / by Ken Taylor

C L _ O U – D

 

KEN TAYLOR

by flight & call of sure omen

 

slow trudge of hosts clotting a mask.

half moon. crabapple bloom & cupped

hands compete for morning. nothing

completes a creaky bus not stopping.

cricket & quarter note bird & not bird

chorusing the colophon simple due to

escheatment or enchantment or crow

code in nude limbs over a coed treat.

 

side road trees thinned so swiss-type

flavors flow & follow the ever-berrying

gathered hair. sorrow song. tomorrow

they say all the second act changes to

their mud-flap haiku will make perfect

sense of us: opera hats tipping adieu.