my camera
couldn’t capture

this stretch:

the rise and swirl
a remarkable brown
bird cloud
such quick darts
to earth
then to sky

suddenly we’re
in hills and forests
bare and dark
with rain
but rolling

clumps of pines
four to five
huddle
here and there
to gossip
about the elm
the oak

I couldn’t capture
the long stretch
of windy turnpike
no towns
no place for lunch

suddenly homesick:

for your cooking

- LB