Category: Seasons
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Taking the car to the beach
this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and into the forest path, wheel ruts covered in moss, air mingling sea, hemlock, wintergreen, moss, and the fresh soil overturned when you backed out of the cul-de-sac because a tree had fallen that winter while…
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When digging in my garden
Open spade cleaves mud, unwraps under-earth’s treasure-trove — twisted wires of plant roots clinging deep, no repentance, no shame. I ask when will you break free, leave us alone, untangle this mess? You grip on, silent as black, churning in your own direction, to your own end, to ours.
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When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen sending its scent up to play with the blueberries and pine that brings on this longing afresh. You would perch yourself on a ridge like this one overlooking the lake or a forested horizon, endless…
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After a long hot afternoon in the city
cooling breath tumbles across acrid plain presses away heat steaming concrete mental stagnation of shuttered windows, locked doors grass no longer sticks that way or browns, wilting crisp all the relief of life, a sometimes song, rolls in every direction awakening the lake white tips to horizon prairie, swaying sea up into sky encircling earth
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6/19
through this leafy tunnel, freed from the sun we stroll easy, trace silky air over our skin discover joy in darkness
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On watching fish and light
i. The light of our fire straining up these walls brings me back. Far away from my brothers, I followed a fish upstream, moving quickly, without a thought. The light reflected off the ripples the fish made and caught my eyes. So easy to dazzle, even now. Further up, he nestled under a branch and…
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