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.
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