Hunting Birds
I have a love for fictional bird hunting,
pretend geese, grouse and quail.
I also have a love for tears, ghosts
and lost loves.
All things that you might find
while trudging through the moors
of my damned memories.
I imagine myself plodding along
in fields, forests and meadows
with a 12 gage slung over my shoulder,
passing over Prairie Smoke, Pussytoes,
Myrtle, Spurge and Lupine in hopes
of purging personal histories where
every memory has become a wild turkey,
grouse, quail or pheasant that haunts me
day after day.