Tuesday, December 31, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 31 



Sheep in the meadow
along Dead Horse Road -

sunlight on them,
glowing in the wool.



Monday, December 30, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 30 



Ducks on
an arc of

sky, the scoot
of wind.



Sunday, December 29, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Say the words
and the words

say themselves.”

*

“What to
believe

but what
the sun

shines on.”

*

“Not how
to break

the line,
how it

breaks it-
self.”



Saturday, December 28, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Poet's choice -
always all

or nothing.”

*

“Sometimes
the opposite

is what
I know.”

*

“Two fingers, three,
to count the beat.”



Friday, December 27, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 27 



Line of black cattle half a mile long -
as if the earth itself broke open.



Thursday, December 26, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 26 



Dark storm
behind me.

That light
in the distance

is home.



Wednesday, December 25, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 25 



A chiffon of cloud
catching sun.

A flimsy sky.
The storm undone.



Tuesday, December 24, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 24 



Black cattle
crowding the fence.

Clouds
humped in the distance.



Monday, December 23, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 23 



Another day,
another race

to nowhere,
wagering

nothing.



Sunday, December 22, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Guilty
as charged.

Every day
I slaughter

innocent
poems.”

*

“Wisdom and pain
sometimes rhyme.”

*

“Follow the poem
til something

finds you.”



Saturday, December 21, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“The poet's
failure -

some days
we wake

and some
we sleep

right through.
Who knows

the difference?”

*

“Poetry -

of eye
and ear,

not
meaning.”

*

“You ask
the poet,

as if he
would know.”



Friday, December 20, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 20 



Sandhills
rolling down to
the very edge

of nothing.



Thursday, December 19, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 19 



Hover-
hawk

in heavy
wind

drops on
some-

thing.



Wednesday, December 18, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 18 



Windmill turns,
the wind making

wishes.



Tuesday, December 17, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 17 



The running shine
of steel rails

curving away
to nowhere.

Another day
comes undone.



Monday, December 16, 2013

LINES FOR DECEMBER 16 



How is it not the edge
of the world, this middleness?



Sunday, December 15, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Words
are the only

universe
they inhabit.”

*

“The poem will
turn on you.

That is its
nature.”

*

“You would
race me,

friend?
To what

end?”



Saturday, December 14, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Yet.
Yet

not.”

*

“Enough

sometimes
is really

enough,
though we

seldom
see that.”

*

“Spare word,
spare us

the whole
system.”



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