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bird’s eye view
Pigeons have no idea wings meana point of view to be desired.They fly to get from here to therewithout thinking what the means implyfor vision. They fly to imaginea color world of fours divided bythree, wonder if being bound to … Continue reading
red
what you can’t say, sighwhat you can’t sigh, singwhat you can’t sing, dance red moon rises clearas day on the edge of the cityso sweet you can taste itfrom here tonightand I think this is wherethe earth down heregets red … Continue reading
days of rain and now
days of rain and now a flood of morning light bike shop sign says free air, leading me to believe there could be a price to pay for sun dancing on pools where yesterday lingers in a season still gray … Continue reading
Comanche moon
Comanche moon theysay as though theyremember making their wayacross the plains by the light of it or shuddering at the thoughtof someone else. But theymean no more than thatit is big and bright like stars at nightdeep in the heart… … Continue reading
january 2011
1 world’s on the wayto ice tonightbut the river will not stand for it.cold as the city isin january, lightit sheds still dances on living water.snow tonight, snowtomorrow. river takes it in, flowsas every river flows to an oceanthat drinks … Continue reading
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
slow
Snow has lost its waythis morning, wanders.Still, the ground iscovered with it. Sun boring a hole in graysky is light, not heat. So snowstays, makes going slowfor the time being.
Red River
Before dawn, the river is nothingbut music, the city nothingbut memory. It sheds so much lightyou can count the stars, but you can’t seethe story in them – Chang’e alonein the absent moon, dark radiance. Say one and there are … Continue reading
a bird’s absence
Fresh tracks of a bird’s absenceset in concrete years agoskip across the walkwet this morning with a day of rain.Song drifts overfrom a cardinal perchedwhere he has found a break in it. Long ago sparrow chirpsplain as day in the … Continue reading
first things first
1 Going up in flames issuch a pretentiousway to die, Empedocles – as though adding your carcasswould transform that indifferent fireinto a light to enlighten nations. Aetna is nothing more than a placein time where a perfect firebrings to mind … Continue reading