He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. . Beware the ides of march a blunt bit of soothsaying still vague as rain but more than most of us get– . a proper rain today the lawn waterlogged sober and calm sometimes I underestimate the gray and its singular inward focus . the flute-like call of some bird falls through an open window almost cold enough out to warrant shutting it but the keen […]
A leave-taking still I’ll see these yellow doors again but it won’t be this me hardly a loss so why this longing for lasting? . All the seeds we planted are coming up distinctive seed leaves true to type and rain this weekend– progress as planned . Is this the way it goes for blossoms that fall off of nascent fruits false starts that only thought they were the thing . Or is this just […]
Some things aren’t as they seem this isn’t snow it’s petals from the tree see you can still smell the perfume sharply tinged at the end with life and green vigor not wholly sweet not artificial a welcome change now spending days in rooms that breathe for you and bleed for you if you lack the volition rooms full of the gone involuntarily and also voluntarily even those we drag back and to what– here […]
Softly we sang all the songs we knew about rain hymns to the early evening set in a spacious house not mine . The cat wanted in the cat wanted out the open door let in a chill that felt like a reprieve . Such watery views a wash of panes the mountains pouring in to lakes or lakes cresting up in to peaks . Again what is waiting just beyond is kindness– a hard […]
A rainbow of spine boards lean against the wall like surfboards the pre-dawn rosy past where the ambulances drop off somewhere in that fog out there is a harbor no beaches though it seems we’re on the edge of something here the set of red beacons that encircle the heliport promise both safety and danger welcome but stay back
Doubt just like a swallowed stone doubt just like a slip on ice that gulp of a moment that sip of knowing that absolutely anything is possible and the improbable is hardly exclusively good
Along the interstate just more flat towns pinned in place by overtly-worded billboards then nothing and the cows that live there . this landscape is too verbose for a country idyll– come here for salvation or call this lawyer– . grim gun-metal birds hawks peregrines ghost over the lanes using us as cover life always finding a way to take another . a new town appears now no it’s no different than the last
Everything is more these days thank god the sky is staying blue now perforated by baby jays learning how to jay the world a cacophony of birds a shadow in the underbrush apostrophated bark towhee nuthatch I don’t miss much and there are starlings gone to rob a nest everything is more these days the less is so much less
These are quiet shards calmly and cooly collected no more shock no reaction at all another drink poured by a steady hand mastery in a sense but no reward perfection is not lovable what a stupid thought that was
Day moon a day dream real as those far snow-capped mountains so real somewhere else not here pallid as the ghost of the grafted plum that came up just beyond the stump white-blossomed unlike its predecessor I didn’t know a tree could just spring up like that these are strange days this whole day moon a portent a portal it must mean something hanging there meaning something irresistible as a half -formed thought a blank […]
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