Friday, November 28, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 28

This curve of road,
the turn of fall
to winter, my

terrible emptiness
this morning.


Thursday, November 27, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 27

Lights flash
at the railroad

crossing –
no train coming.

Wild geese
above honk their

warning,
turn, heading south.

I am
here at the edge

of winter
and here I stay.


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26

First snow
in November –

summer's gone,
over.

Thin white
blanket on the last

grass. Such
dreams we'll have

of bears
and battening.


Tuesday, November 25, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 25

A football
flies out from
the playground;

a leaf
crosses the road.
Would that I were

headed home.


Monday, November 24, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 24

Fallen leaves,
heavy wind –

the big dance.



Friday, November 21, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 21

A whip of trees,
the wind, and what

the wind has
blown away.


Thursday, November 20, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 20

Leaves crossing the road –
a river of wind,

wisdom in sorrow.


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19

Dis-
carded sorrow,

the pros-
pect of snow.


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 18

Along the road
dead skunk

on red blood.


Monday, November 17, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 17

November. Heads
of cabbage still

in the farmer's
field. Who dreams of

sauerkraut?


Friday, November 14, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 14

Look at
a word

until
it means

something.
Look at

the world
the same

way.


Thursday, November 13, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 13

Why,
getting what I
want,

have I
got nothing

again?


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12

You can pretend
it makes sense, or

you can laugh.



Tuesday, November 11, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 11

No,
I don't
know what

it is
or where
it comes

from.


Monday, November 10, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 10

Sunrise like a
Japanese

lantern in the snow.


Friday, November 07, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 7

Words –
why not

silence?


Thursday, November 06, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 6

The last thing
they expect

is nonsense,
yet it's all

you've got,
and often

it's enough.


Wednesday, November 05, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 5

It's not that
the poet sees

it better
than we do –

it's that he
knows it's there.


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 4

Poet's cup,
like scooping his

hand in the sea.


Monday, November 03, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 3

You can yell
all you want –

the poem will
not come out.


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