Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Unraveled and Unbraided

When I walked my black and yellow dogs,
After moving to the Island forest,
We were surrounded by new species,
Never seen , new life before us.

The most haunting and remembered,
Was the Winter Robin’s song;
Now heard while walking Oregon,
Alone, the Labradors, long gone.

My entire past is missing,
The changes show up everywhere…
My life is no longer familiar,
I read Willy Nelson’s cut his hair.

1 comment:

  1. Amazing what makes the news; a nice respite from the oil spill.
    I like your reference to species long gone and Willie Nelson. He is truly an endangered one. Cutting his hair? Is he trying to adapt?