Wednesday, October 28, 2020

OH, MY 


Oh, my,
the great

blue
heron,

rising,
owns

the sky.



THE ANGLE 


The angle
of desire

approximates
as woman.

This
I understand:

love standing
in for lover.



Tuesday, October 27, 2020

NOTHING IS 


Nothing is
easier

than wanting.
Wishes are

fishes, are
girls on their

bicycles.



THE RED-WING 


The red-wing
blackbird

sings the ice
out again

this spring.



Monday, October 26, 2020

POEM: 


If not
something

as real
as hawk

or crow
then all

you've got
is words.



SOMETIMES 


Sometimes
only

one word,
this one:

evening.
Sometimes

that one
in the

morning.



Sunday, October 25, 2020

BETWEEN 


Between
desire and
tomorrow,

one hopes,
wisdom.



CHEW THIS 


Chew this, crow says,
offering me
my own tongue.



Saturday, October 24, 2020

AS IF 


As if
water

could be
symbol

when you're
dying

of thirst.



WIND AND LONG 


Wind and long
light laying

the tall grass.
This is how

evening comes.



Friday, October 23, 2020

THIS 


If you
see it,

say it.
The poem

is there.



LONG LIGHT 


Long light
caressing

the hawk.
Red-tail

dreaming
evening.



Thursday, October 22, 2020

MAN WANTS HIS 


Man wants his
straight lines.

The earth curves.



EVENING 


The fade
of sky

as the
wind dies

and trees
begin

to speak
with stars.



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