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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 15, 2012| 1 Comment »

you and I
in a field of white daisies
not one of them alike
but you and I
are

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Everywhere

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 8, 2012| 2 Comments »

My friend and I
stand in the middle
of Franklin street.
We face each other
in moonless dim.
We speak of loneliness
while all around,
and not by accident,
though not out of sweetness,
all around us
we are touched by silence.

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Weatherman

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 25, 2012| 4 Comments »

It touches everything,
the fog, each tree, each
home, each shoulder,
each street, and drapes
us with uncertainty. It
blurs our lines and softens
the boundary where one thing
ends and another begins—
the boat and the water, the peach
and the branch, the farmer and
the farmer’s wife. Why prefer
a clarity, an empty blue bell-ringing
sky when the fog, it holds
us all so unconditionally.
It will be clear
soon enough.

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In the Rose Garden Beneath the Museum

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on August 15, 2012| 3 Comments »


We ran from flower
to flower, thrusting
our noses into the rose bushes,
snagging our legs on the thorns
and calling to each other
to come, share this one,
yes, this one, so sweet.
It was a glorious searching,
though what was the point,
the perfume was everywhere.

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All Around Us

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on July 30, 2012| 3 Comments »

The hotel’s sixth floor balcony
is high enough to see the Denver lights
and low enough to look up at the Double Tree sign,

which outshines the exile moon.
The air wears the thickness of city rain
recently fallen with nowhere to seep.

What loneliness cannot be met by the night?
Does dark travel as fast as the speed of light,
or is it the given, the track, the slate?

On Quebec Street, the buses are empty.
They stop at the corner and wait, then go on.
And the night, it somehow holds us all

on our separate stoops, in our separate doors,
on our separate lawns with our separate lives,
hold us all, doesn’t even ask our names.

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three haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on July 16, 2012| 2 Comments »

this living skin
a billboard
for god’s graffiti

*

milky way
in my hand
a spiral

*

stars beyond stars
all of us swathed
in stars

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Moth

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 18, 2012| 2 Comments »

You are nothing but materials for burning
—Dorothy Walters

I wanted to be
somebody, not
just somebody
but somebody
wonderful and
preferably thin.
I wanted to be
somebody loved
and loving, someone
worth listening to,
someone fun, and
for forty two years
I built her into
a me, but she
is just a heap
of labels, a pile
of shoulds, a
list of pretty knowns
and fueling the one
who wants, there
is the one who is.

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For What? The Possibilities are Endless

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 17, 2012| 2 Comments »

When they ask you what you’re thinking of, say love.
–The Avett Brothers

It is messy,
this readying
cherries,
dark skin
resists
to give
up the pit
and the flesh
it drips
and the juice
it stains
and isn’t
this a bit
like love,
my ripe heart
beating
as if
to escape
my own
dark skin.
It is messy
this preparation.

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the mastery of the thing tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 19, 2012| 6 Comments »

blue heron
so still in the sky
my heart beats
faster than
its wings

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The Teaching Says to Run Toward the Lion Swiftly

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on May 19, 2012| 5 Comments »

It takes immense faith to take one step toward the Lion in the presence of the Lion.
—Rumi

When you arrived
I did not see the lion
crouched behind you,
did not feel the warmth
riding on its breath,
did not see the teeth,
the nostrils flared,
the glorious golden mane.
I only saw your smile.
And would I have run
toward you the way I did
knowing what I now know,
that its jaw could open wide
enough to consume the world
whole. And now you’re gone—
just disappeared—
sweet bait that led me
to the lair. And I’m
down to flimsy things
I pile between me
and his yellow stare.
Is the storyline inevitable?
Did all paths lead to here?
So few steps between us.
I pretend to hide all the same.
The hollow wish to know
what happens next.
Devoured by a lion?
Have I gone insane?
Rosemerry, it was
a metaphor.
I listen as his long tongue
slowly grooms
his paws, his wild
oh, it’s beautiful, mane.

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