Jim Davis is a graduate of Knox College and now lives, writes, and paints in Chicago. Jim edits the North Chicago Review, and his work has appeared in After Hours, Blue Mesa Review, Poetry Quarterly, The Ante Review, Chiron Review, and Contemporary American Voices, among others. Jim will see two of his collections go to print in 2012: Lead, Then Gold (unbound content) and Elements of Course: Crafty Abstraction (Mi-te Press). http://www.jimdavispoetry.com
Birdhouse beat with rubber hammer,
finished with brass tacks, ringing
with hard wings of ladybugs
hovering under the tin roof. I am
we are naked with nostalgia.
Reminiscence. Then again.
Close the distance; come to balance.
Rags on the garden posts
soaked with coyote urine
to keep the grazers at bay.
Trembling trees, tracks and bird wings:
collection of lost things.
Chimes of the season.
Tin house rings the same
in rain, hail, or beetles escaping.