Late late morning a ripple on the lake a standing wave or complicated wake two lizards sunning themselves and not much else to say, calm and soft here, East of the mountains I watch descents: parasails, quails the crescent day moon the onerous ray of sun and spare a thought for yours: did your crampons bite? did the pack give way? Alone in the shade of static, fixed hills, I wonder, and wait.
more wilderness here in a square foot than home already hotter than predicted these clouds look like a child drew them and incessant songbirds insisting it’s not summer yet that we are still arriving such a strange place this year is given in to longing at every margin still snow in the passes and this baslamroot spent
Flower moon milk moon strange weather these days which came first the sun or all this rain the gingko come back overnight it seems or maybe I’ve been away wet footings insubstantial sleep . flower moon milk moon must exert some tide some pull a dream some days can seem more real but still recedes electric green leaves convulsing in the wind thunder predicted and waiting as giving . milk moon flower moon what sort […]
At the laundermat police up the street corraled bikes like spilt jacks across Pike street mostly quiet for now the insustrial -sized drier cranks on and off gas-powered round-doored highest capacity. All day helicopters in droning flight half fly, half vulture it keeps coming back to mouths to feed, inches given and miles of streets, some feet, some footnotes, people don’t realize, you know, if you think about it, why? a quote, lamentably, and a […]
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