C. Wade Bentley
An Exaltation of Lark
Well okay
one meadowlark
on a power line
his flash of yellow
level with the horizon as I crest
a slight hill
in the West Desert
windows down
so that as I pass
I catch just
half a bar
of his pretty-little-
song meaning
it must be
morning
again.
Wade thinks maybe the highest praise he’s ever received was when his grandson said that coming to Grampy’s house was as good as Play-Doh ice cream.