Politics
According to Aristotle,
it’s the nature of nature
to do nothing uselessly
and the nature of desire
not to be satisfied,
so after the election,
narrowest nail biter
or humiliating landslide,
why stew and fume?
If Aristotle’s right
and reform can begin
only with desiring
nothing more, why not
join the jubilant
in desiring less,
especially for others?
Under the Auspices
Five common crows harassing a hawk,
broad-winged red-tail coasting updrafts
above a field of cedar cut
and piled high for winter burning,
drive him to evasive action,
sudden nosedives, steep chandelles,
loop the loops to lose a lunch,
as he, with every bank and roll,
diagrams a dogfight move,
and who knows what could be at stake here,
hunting rights or nest protection,
unless it’s just a matter of fun,
what Corvidae do on a blue afternoon,
no harm meant, as the first two tire
and peel off, then two more, until there’s one
alone on his tail, a chunky black suffix
in the daredevil grammar of classical sky.
