Long Good Lonesome Morning

Blue scrub jay gliding
Over the road, left
To right, long ground squirrel
Scampering from right
To left for the Greek

Then the Hebrew text.
Watch for the inky
Black cow sauntering
Straight down the middle
For the translation

Into Chinese, next.
Susans and moonflowers,
Dark eyes, white trumpets
Herald the coming
Of nothing much more

Before they’re nothing.
Smart rabbit, changing
Your mind on a dime.
Don’t feed the ravens.
Not now. Not this time.

You all belong here,
Belong in a poem.
Don’t let anyone
Tell you their meanings
Mean more than you do.