Poems by Don Thompson
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Two Poems
by Don Thompson
From Canary Spring 2019
Don lives in the Kern River Watershed at the edge of the flood plain--only a couple of feet deep if Isabella Dam collapses. Meanwhile it's some of the best ag land on earth where the Yokut once flourished in the wetlands.
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Late April
This breeze has bad mojo, malice.
A hiss under its breath warns of ill winds to come.
This is spring. It ought to be anodyne;
Instead, it gives new leaves the jitters.
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Inauspicious Morning
Thin, dingy clouds smear the sunlight,
Turn greens morose, subdue white
Almost to ecru. Muffled,
Birdsong sounds like it’s been phoned in.
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© Don Thompson