Sunday, May 13, 2018

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 301 

from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 301

You cannot know
what the snow

wants to write
in these mountains.



Thursday, May 10, 2018

CROWS WORK 


Crows work
the roadside
like old men

pushing their
coffee cups
with words.

What you want
depends on
what you know.

Sometimes
offal
is enough.



Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Tinnie 

from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Tinnie

Tinnie, the sign
says. Big enough
to slow you down.



Tuesday, May 08, 2018

AT EVENING 


At evening
where trees

catch light,
their fire.


Monday, May 07, 2018

APRIL MORNING 




So, sky, where have you put the wind?
The hawk wants something to ride
and I need the wisdom of crow,

who knows when to stay and
when to go. Some clouds, the sun,
trees wanting to bud. It is April.

How much longer should we wait
the fire of spring's opening?
How much longer should we hope?



Sunday, May 06, 2018

Highways 70/380, Hondo Cemetery 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Highways 70/380, Hondo Cemetery

What a place
to come to die,

these sheltering
mountains.



Saturday, May 05, 2018

LOVE 



These hands,
a terrible kind
of knowing.




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