differences?

by Ron Jevaltas

Pintle and gudgeon(2).

We are so unlike in form

and appearance, but

one in function. Where

would the swing over threshold 

be without all our

Homecoming

by Ron Jevaltas

An undulating
chevron wens the dun colored
eave. A distant jay
mocks the hour. Clothed in
variegate muddy swatches,
classes war over
bragging rights, the din
of their excitement strident
as the blackbird flock
tree hopping south. All
of them rouged by amorphous
wind, goaded on by
mob desire to out
wit and out play; each clutching
moments, that in time,
will ferment into
their apocryphal. One more
relentless V strikes
a sunless sky, and still
the tiny wars rage – their
cheeks glowing crimson.