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 hes ever received was when his grandson said that coming to Grampys house was as good as Play-Doh ice cream.