Short Salt Lick Poems

Salt lick temptation
lures that dangle,
camouflaged darkness
masks and blinds

Easily captured
when most attracted,
flypaper memories
—trap and bind

(The New Room: November, 2021)...

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We can’t afford no tree this year.
We spent it all on dog, and feed.
We got enough to buy birdseed,
and a salt block for the deer.

We scattered seed out on the snow
like freckles, footprints, and little gifts.
And, ain’t it strange how the spirit lifts
to see the birds light up all in a row?

The deer arrive and bow their heads
for the salt lick in the manger.
They’ve traveled far, where spirit led,
no more in any danger.

12/20/2020...

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