Category: Traveling
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Old elm (revised)
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your kind shade would be gone – My father, too, would warn us so in his gruffled, dying voice to give us time to account, to record, to not be frightened. Empty sky. Time unwinds. I…
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House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along its foundation when no one thought beyond next season or so — even now, decades long beyond imagining one cannot see their destiny — or supposed they, this would last. We wheel into thicket, clearing,…
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Visitation
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow on ancient gravestones. When I left you here, the ground was frozen and wet, with pelting sleet leaving a pebbled sheet on the grass, the canopy, the cars. How different it feels in August now,…
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Nighttime flight to London
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current slicing though floes in their jagged way and I ask how they snake up, crisscross, with tides bulging under them all ii. I can see them now the chunks of wave line that seem like…
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It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? You would not blame me I think. They dive in the mist over loch and glen, feathers soaked from the constant drip. No tree a harbor, being waterlogged as well; some find cover under our…
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