Category: Seasons
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Shade is beautiful wherever you find it
Concrete squares lay out for miles, tar driveways melt, made endless by eager sun. Crisscross blocks, seek any shade. Detour through Paul’s dark garden path — relief of damp cool. Delay the last bright patch ’till dinner. Sprawl in the grass by Marbach’s on the tiny hill we made the center of the earth. Ponder…
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Atonement
The winter was kind to the day lilies and goats weed this year. They burst wild showing off ambitious new roots. It was less kind to that little hinoki I transplanted in September. Alas, reckoning begins. I pluck it from the soil. Birds flit seeds where they may, freeze lines rise, fall, encroach, the sun…
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Old elm
Abandoned farmhouse, greying outbuildings. Our old elm on the corner that died last year stood through the winter to remind us of its broad generous shade, kind relief now removed. Empty sky. Time unwinds, pulls me back to your year as sapling in crowded woods before this town, this house. Our kinship holds, deeper need,…
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Winter
open water, patches of sleet chunks, rolling skin, long stretches of ice sheets deluding us that underneath lies still — exoskeleton of gray, silver, blue, black rising and falling while breath moves under and through, amniosis seeping, small curls along the shoreline where warmth? hidden dark into the churning below, gestating secrets birthed slowly with…
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To annotate time
How it is that time moves in pieces that each we must note or touch or somehow move to mind How it is that life is nothing but time that moves forward in pieces we dare not not hold, but rarely even recall or know or grasp How it is that forever is only time…
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