In afternoon the sky was turquoise
At sunset, fire;
Hummingbirds flitted and fought
Light to shadow,
A fat, ambling racoon contemplated
The sunflower feeder
Hanging like a temptress above it;
And there was the saw song of insects,
Philosopher owls, coyote songs of life
Their rowdy, rude students rapping,
A woman’s drunken alto solo
And a girlchild’s echoing voice;
The half-moon like a lantern
Across the stars.
About Eugene Jones Baldwin
I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: eugenebaldwin.com. I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play.
I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website)
I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
