Ectopic
heart
by
Robert Ronnow
Ectopic
heart
beat.
Acoustic
neuroma.
Sleep
apnea.
Getting
older
blessing
against
alternative.
Neither
hate
nor
repair.
Immediately
the
woods were familiar –
bunchberry,
clintonia.
Red
spruce, yellow birch.
Heron
rowing
northward
overhead
a
sign: good luck.
Or
was it just
a
crow. Rock thrown.
Don’t
know.
Life’s
ending.
My
sons
have
each other
for
laughter
at
their tragedies.
Avalanche,
cataract.
Clean
house or
run
for president.
Power
and talent
are
bones in your feet.
Nature’s
the bed
you’ll
sleep in.
Thyroid
storm.
Screech
of
the long-eared
owl.
Even if
portent
of death,
it’s
welcome.
~
previously published in Communicating the
Bird
(Broken Publications)
