I’m not a “nature poet”,
writing poems of green forests,
deep and ominous
or
mighty river currents
carving canyons through the centuries.
I am a poet of back yards,
surrounded by neighbors
whose squabbles and bar-ba-ques
are woven into my world.
Still,
I find I cannot stroll
across my property for a
back-fense-chat with Chuck and Sally
without I catch
God
winking at me from beneath the crabgrass
growing on my lawn.
Poems by Ken 