Over this open wound
Where noon kilns pine slash,
Nighthawks roar at dusk.
I came here wanting nothing
But for once to meet the river
Empty, patient as nightfall.
How blessedly I failed,
Laughing with the yellowthroats
At last night’s desperate dreams.
May Evening
The swifts are back—
Sparkly chatter rains
On quiet schoolyards.
A limb that arched bare
Over last week’s sidewalk
Now sags in my path,
Burdened with lilacs.
Photo by Tyler Jamieson Moulton on Unsplash.
Andy McGlashen
Andy McGlashen is a senior editor at Audubon magazine. He studied English and environmental journalism at Michigan State University and lives in East Lansing with his wife and two dogs. Website