Monday, April 22, 2019

SILENCE 


Silence
is a choice
you make

and noise
never rhymes
with promise.



Sunday, April 21, 2019

POEMS / ARE NOT 


Poems
are not

broken
birds, are

not dead
coyotes

along
the path,

though the
best of

them might
keep such

scents.



Saturday, April 20, 2019

MY WORDS 


You think
my words

don't know
they can

only
point at

things? That
is what

they love,
pointing

at things.



Friday, April 19, 2019

POEM AS WEAPON 


Stand back!
he says.

This one
might be

loaded.



Thursday, April 18, 2019

PUSH 


Push, says the one
in front of me.

We are marching
on a cliff and

facing the sea.
Push, I say,

as I am
supposed to.

Push, says the one
behind me,

and I do.
Push, says the one

behind the one
behind me,

and he does.
This is how it

ends, and how it
will never end.



Wednesday, April 17, 2019

IF WE WAIT 


If we wait
and are patient
we are

given to
know: as evening
brings its

sharp darkness
extinguishing
the stars

our breath will
catch, yes, in that
last hard

moment the sky
undoes us.



Tuesday, April 16, 2019

THE FIRE 


The fire that light
is was a piercing.

Let us be blessed
with that again,

that first imagined
star, its brightness

undiminished.



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