Tag: poetry
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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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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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On counting cairns
Tomorrow my son moves back in bringing inexhaustible items in large clear sacks that swallow the floor like jellyfish claiming the soft sand along surf. My younger son’s things, and his girlfriend’s, are piled up in the corner. Constant piling, constant shuffling, constant marking the month, then the term, with a new pile, papers to…
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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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Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, as snow fell, a smirk edged your lips but it slipped under by the time I looked firm. I ask, are you a ghost? Yet day after long day, you hold steady, build moment after…
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