Wednesday, January 28, 2015

A Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen

with grey, metallic indifference, the highway
bridge spans homestead foundations, dry
creeks, rotting walnut, oak and apple stumps
as I whisper to no one but myself
grandpa                  grandma and grandpa

ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/120+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Boston Literary Magazine, High Coupe, Shamrock, and! (translates as joie de vivre)

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