Tuesday, December 11, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: The Poet Goes To Work 

Almost like a priest
kissing the stole,
putting on holiness

for the moment
in these hills with
the coyotes, with

the cottonwoods who
yesterday let go,
leaves everywhere,

and who, today,
let him let go.

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