Category: Nature
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7/5
cattails carousing the pond, giant metronomes swaying in mixed currents, crisscross rhythms drumming down the afternoon sun
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This foggy rain
Standing in this foggy rain, it is reasonable, no, expected, to mark a little obscure, so let me begin to explain why poetry would have no need to be written if we all stood here right now in this foggy rain, cold dampness seeping through, its heavy cedar and pine its drizzling down the world…
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The sea, my sea
The sea does not love me nor does it love me not it just pays no mind as it swells and moans pregnant with stories it cannot, dares not, wills not to speak The sea does not note that I am here nor does it note me not, its massive expanse absorbed in thoughts it…
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Winter in Frenchtown
If you have visited only in the summer, the weight of snowfall on this strip between the big and little lakes must surprise you. Winter here makes summer seem impossible — children running down dunes with nothing but swimsuits, beach towels tied like a capes, tiny sails on the horizon, or closer, Sunfishes capsizing into…
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Day 30
April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark
Poems from in between 