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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
a heart beating
City brittle as leaves that have driedin days of sun since the daythey flew for a moment, imaginingthemselves free, coming to rest inthis morning ritual, gathering,scattering, gathering – a heart beating, this city of dryleaves: it bursts again and againto … 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
dawn
rise slow the waysun rises skim surfacesof cities that knowno way now but upwe all needmore time to scale these walls to dawn, whenvertical light will sprawlall over a world stillhorizontal
birds of a feather
A gaggle of gulls settleson a grassy expansewith six Canada Geese,a dozen pigeons, more sparrowsthan I can count at a glance, threerodents that may or may not besquirrels, and an old womanwith a bag of stale breadan hour before sunrise,when … Continue reading
four political truths
1 All desirepeace, but notwhat makes peace 2 possible. In cold hard lightthe sound of desire is strange. 3 All is suffering,the source of sufferingdesire. Let desire go and there is no 4 suffering. But nothere, nottoday, not in this … Continue reading
perching
As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful streamof our consciousness, what strikes us first is this differentpace of its parts. Like a bird’s life, it seems to be madeof an alternation of flights and perchings. William James, … Continue reading
summer aspens
pine washaspen lineswhite bristle mockingbirdsings light sabledown mountains song paintssilent lakes inlow places