WINDY CHicken Poet

A.m. Hayden

stretch the hose yonder to the garden, douse the soil under the ripe tomatoes and myrtle trees
 
early in the morning, set its rusted mouth just under the leaves, dewed with water 
 
braided buns and hands on scripture, opened hymnals and holy spirit sermons
 
old rugged cross, on and off the pew, flood and dunk baptism, renewed with water
 
 
 
Excerpt from “Holy Waters,” How to Tie Tobacco, Wild Ink Publishing, 2025

“My aim is to saunter, not hike” – John Muir

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