Saturday, January 16, 2021

LOVE 


Love,
when my breath

is yours.



Friday, January 15, 2021

THE FIRST MISTAKE 


The first mistake
is finding
what it does,

and the second
is doing it.
You must keep

sinning when
it hurts too much
to stop.



WHAT HAVE I DONE? 


What have I done?
There, I've done it again
and that's not the end.



Thursday, January 14, 2021

SOMEWHERE 


Somewhere
an old silence
waits for me

to enter
the emptiness.
It is like

swimming naked--
the knowledge
you are

who you are
when you walk in-
to cold water.

It is not like
light piercing
a dark room.



NOVEL IN ONE SENTENCE 


Is someone
going to
land this thing,
he wondered.



Wednesday, January 13, 2021

APPROACHING THE NEW YEAR 


Edge of sky
breaking the light.

The wind is
like that, sharp.

The trees move
and do not

move back.



AS SULTRY 


As sultry as May,
the evening light
along the water.



Tuesday, January 12, 2021

HARD- 


Hard-
ly had

he loved
her when

he loved
her more.



THAT GIRL 

 
That girl
as sassy as
March wind.



Monday, January 11, 2021

SO, A SENTENCE 


So, a sentence? Take
this fragment, that. Noun.

Verb. Who needs them, when?
This morning the light

make such questions un-
necessary.



SHARP / WIND 


Sharp
wind erasing
the sky.



Sunday, January 10, 2021

WHERE IT GOES 


Where it goes,
it keeps going.

Where it ends,
it ends.

You decide
how it is,

how it will be.



LIGHT / LOST 


Light
lost among
the pines--

the shy ferns.



Saturday, January 09, 2021

SIDEWAYS 


Sideways,
like the coyote
along the river,

like light
from the far star
bent by our air,

like the girl
who turns and blushes
at love.



WHEN I SPEAK 


When I speak
with the grasses

they speak
of something sweet.



Friday, January 08, 2021

CAN'T SAY 


Can't say
it is,

can't say
it's not,

this silence
in the

poet's voice.



THE MOON 


The moon
like a lighthouse,

always
a lighthouse.



Thursday, January 07, 2021

THE SHAPE 


The shape
the poem
takes,

the bones
of what
it means

but does
not say.



WHY TREES? 


Why trees?
So much sky,
So many birds.


Wednesday, January 06, 2021

THE POET 


The poet
raises
his eyes.

The poem
rises.

It is as
easy as
that, paying
attention.

It is
that hard.



THE RINGING 


The ringing
in my ears--

I realized
it's the stars
talking.

I realized
I should listen--

they speak of
many horses running,

they speak of birds.



Tuesday, January 05, 2021

THE SKY 


The sky is
as still as
the silent

mountain. What
promise is
as blue as

tomorrow,
what hope comes
home to us?



THE NEW YEAR 


The way the white
winter sun

moves its light
across the white

winter fields:
even a blind man

can appreciate
such spectacle.



Monday, January 04, 2021

SEASON'S TURN 


Once again time entered
without knocking. Summer
turned to autumn before

we knew. We felt it
in our bones, another
year disappearing and

we didn't see it go.
The darkened house empties
and we burrow deeper

into shelter, a warmer
place to wait for this
winter which is left us.



THE HOUSE MOANS 


The house moans
in this hard
wind. Winter

is a white
fury which
goes on and

on. We have
no way out.
We wait here

listening for
its anger
to subside.

When will that
be, the betting
man wonders.

When will our
endurance
be enough?



Sunday, January 03, 2021

DETERMINATION 


How she pushes
into the world,

how she leans
into it.

You don't know
where she will

go from here,
only that

it will be
exactly

where she wants.



THE POET, / LIKE 


The poet,
like the steel

guitar player
learning the licks

of all those who
came before,

and using them
in his own

chameleon
voice. It's not

stealing
when you make

them your own.



Saturday, January 02, 2021

REDTAIL FOLLOWS 


Redtail follows
kestrel across

the grasses.
It's eat or

be eaten.
Don't look back,

someone says,
they're gaining.



HER BREASTS 


Her breasts
as if

love is
always

like this.



Friday, January 01, 2021

THE OLD MAN 


The old man
dances on gravel,

smoothing it
where flooding

washed out
the driveway.

He doesn't
know anyone

is watching.
His dancing

settles the world
anyway.



ANGELS 

 
Angels, these
birds which wait
out winter.



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