Category: Visitors
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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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Intimacy
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how many centuries and what have they thought looking down, across, overhead into the trees, towards each other? What, that is different from my crowded thoughts right now? Where are you, earth? Someday, I will find…
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It comes down to potatoes
It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes the other night to find you had stashed twenty pounds of sweet potatoes where I store potatoes and onions even though we never eat them and then having left my potatoes out because there was…
Poems from in between 