the singing cricket
takes refuge in my old boot . . .
winter draws near.
In New York City
all is grey and bitter --
The flower vendor!
one yellow leaf
clings to the branch
in a world of grey.
outside Kmart,
a heron wades in
the storm drain
Black cat in white snow --
he thinks the sparrows
can't see him.
M. Kei is a poet who lives on the eastern shore of the Chesapeake Bay in Cecil County, Maryland. He is a volunteer crewman aboard the Martha Lewis, a historic wooden oysterboat and the last sailing vessel in North America to still be employed commerically at the trade for which she was built. When he is obliged to earn a living he is an instructor in a program for at-risk youth who have dropped out of school.
M. Kei is a poet who lives on the eastern shore of the Chesapeake Bay in Cecil County, Maryland. He is a volunteer crewman aboard the Martha Lewis, a historic wooden oysterboat and the last sailing vessel in North America to still be employed commerically at the trade for which she was built. When he is obliged to earn a living he is an instructor in a program for at-risk youth who have dropped out of school.