Wednesday, September 30, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 30

“How much freight
can one word haul?

How long to wait
at the railyard?”


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 29

“Either
this word,”

he said,
“or none

at all.”


Monday, September 28, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 28

“The art of
artlessness -

nothing like
a feather,

found.”


Friday, September 25, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 25

“The poet's wisdom is
not so much understanding

how they go together as
how they come apart.”


Thursday, September 24, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 24

“You look
within,”

he said.
“I look

around.
That's
what

poets
do.

You rob
the bank.

I drive
the get-

away.”


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 23

“Words
in an empty

forest.
How

like the wind.”


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 22

“If you cannot
be the lightning,”

the poet said,

“be the lightning
rod.”


Monday, September 21, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 21

“You do it,”
he said. “Write

one every
god-damn day

for years, then
tell me what's

good, what's not.”


Friday, September 18, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 18

Sadness
rhymes with
nothing.

Tie your
shoes, head
to work.

Let go
again
every-

thing you'd
hold to.
Darkness

will take
the light.
What shim-

mers is
only
dying

ember.
I want
nothing;

nothing's
what I've
got - it's

enough,
enough,
too much.


Thursday, September 17, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 17

Trees are.
They do not

ask special
favor.

They find
their way
to

light, or not.
They file

no complaint
except when,

being split,
sometimes they

cry out
meekly.


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 16

What stirs
in darkness,
dust?

What moves
the silence?

Why must
we wait
in stillness

for

a mouse
to nibble
the apple

core?

Why must
we wonder,
again,

what comes
of nothing?


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 15

A long day
traveling, and

I am still
where I am.


Monday, September 14, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 14

Grey sky,
a dull green

hillside.
The brilliance

of weeds.


Friday, September 11, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 11

Smear of sky,
yet still

the heat.


Thursday, September 10, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 10

Low sky,
scape of

iron clouds,
a distance

that will not
close.


Wednesday, September 09, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 9

Hang-down sky,
push of wind -

the need for going.


Tuesday, September 08, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 8

Morning, as if
clouds lift the sky

and light is fire.


Monday, September 07, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 7

Rivers,
like dreams.

More like dreams
every day.


Friday, September 04, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 4

The moon comes up.
The sun goes down.

The day cools
into evening. And

crickets are telling us
things will be okay.


Thursday, September 03, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 3

Afternoon heat -
miles behind me,

and miles to go.


Wednesday, September 02, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 2

Shock of sky
and a red-

tail for
the morning.


Tuesday, September 01, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 1

A pushing
wind. I'm

headed home.


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