Category: Illinois
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In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How many steps like this in how many galaxies on earth unrecounted? They come, they go, dust tumbles round footprints, shuffling in and out, as if deciding what shall be be.
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The heart needs good work
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk or see for miles, alone, how you wonder ever why on the absence of your fellow creatures. Will you get another dog? it asks me, or a grandmother, or husband, or son? Do they make…
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Walk in woods
this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past
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Lunch break
down michigan avenue to escape into the wild, to refresh in a kind of feral opening, to stroll past the nature of things, to take in Darwinian oddities unmatched in the deepest forest shops, tourists, taxis, flower pots, stop lights where a shoreline used to wave and flood and turn and curl civilizing the piles…
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I 57
What is it about rows of corn stubs flipping past, electrical wires sagging in sync with the tracks, whistle beaming out to snow-flat fields, clumps of houses, trees so far away you think of desert, that pulls me back to dream-like chatter, long nights on empty roads? We meet again in this rhythmic void, away…
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