ode

©2022 Michael Raven

under a new moon
learning to whistle
like ol' wendell gee
that chicken wire pinches
but at least i'm center
with the tree
painting a world in color
water like a stream
off to see the rivers
in a canoe washed to sea

gravel

©2022 Michael Raven

has it become so?
does every perceived slight
have the only remedy
in bloodletting & rage?

'zero to sixty in
nothing flat'
we used to say

much too fast for
the likes of me

my bicycle meanders
down gravel roads
while i hum tuneless tunes
a chickadee
dressed in summer
ties it all together