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slant
Light in this cold is so slant it bends sound to it. You can see words in clouds that rise and scatter before they reach another frozen figure who has ears to hear them. Nothing remains but the air between … Continue reading
hours before solstice
Snow eclipsed the moonlast night, and I sawthe whole arc of earth’s shadow slip slow red across its surfacein my mind’s eye hours before solsticein clear cold night sky where there were no clouds on the far side of the … Continue reading
only a rough idea
the flight of a butterfly tracedwhere moon waxing toward fullhung last night contains a universe not one sphere among cloudsthat obscure the sun this morning earth buckling never risesto a cone. lightning rhymesslant. ocean has only a rough idea how … Continue reading
skimming
north of Houston,a cauliflower forest – not a cloud in the sky,a glorious dayto fly, skimmingthe tops of them like a round flat stonesome kid’s found on this shoreand skipped all the wayacross a pond to that one in summer, … Continue reading
mind on the rio grande
1 turning between graniteand the river below,falcons know how to wait, howto rise on wind. 2 wind brings themturning to mind here whereheat rises on the edge of a breeze between clouds waiting and youwaiting to fall into the river … Continue reading
Kun Iam
1 twenty four dark rocks break water, a line steps from sand shore drawn by the sound of water repeating itself crane finds the high point, a rock graying to white above the surface, eyes the world flies eyes close … Continue reading
all the light in the city
Walking in this night citywhere crowds that melt in middayheat congeal when the sun goes down, my eyes are on the ground,where I doubt there is space ortime to place one foot after another. Crowd moves, I am certainof it. … Continue reading
gospel
Some old gospel song drones on and on about a place where there are no clouds, and my mind’s eye wanders off to a field of grain in drought desperate for rain. I think nothing would have slipped by unnoticed … Continue reading
still
Still, ashwaves fingersat clouds drifting north. High cirrus anchorsblue, cumulus on cumulus tumbles over sun.Light dims. Ashsways, prays,Spirit, come.
in search of a candle
Wind twisted maple crowndown in a flash to the flood,scattered remains in circlesunder lines of light racingfast white clouds against stilldark gray in southern sky,thunder fading under steadyrain making music with the oldtin pail hanging under a brokengutter on the … Continue reading