PATHFINDER

  The clouds went one way. Black birds went the other. Why must we bother to record the days when all that comes and comes undone goes forth without any aid. Calendars of other years were torched and set a-sailing. This should be the way of all yesterdays. This could be the way to the […]

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IT’S ALL THE SAME

  Capillaries. Organelles. Multi-nucleate fibers. These are a few of our favorite things… And a few of the things we’re made of. All of us. Every single last one of us. That is, if you’re human. A miracle. That’s what it is. Aorta. Ligaments. Microvilli and villi. Lymph ducts. Scapula. Stratum germinativum. Biology. It’s the […]

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OTHERS DENY IT

  If I could trace it out full and sure— an index finger’s worth— I most assuredly would.   If I could call it out in an opera of elephants, gray and wide— I certainly would.   To dribble it out, to dabble about on the viola and let it hang its whites on a […]

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SILENCE IN THE GARDEN

  There! that sound (yes, I hear it) comes on a column of air.   We are caught in the act of too much thought (I wonder what we missed in the midst of it all)   That sound (clear)— maybe run through rocks honed, polished—   Is an aria (magnificent) of monumental proportions. It […]

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YOU ARE OLD WOMAN NOW

  You are brown as acorns. Trees change beyond your door. Trees bend beside your door. You are old woman now.   Fat old cat sits in the garden Below the tree and the hanging begonia. You hear the wind as smooth as powder. The cat never moves:  the cat is in visions.   Papayas, […]

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DETAILS

  I would bring you this and that if only it would last.   But this is this: saying goodbye where the grass grows highest.   The orchids dead below our feet, like tombs we weight their brown and black.   They’re dead you say. It’s more than that.   It’s all the plans we […]

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LOW THE COWS

All day a clear sky. And then suddenly (it seems) at four o’clock— A fleet of thin, white clouds trespasses from the north. Stealthy and silent—ethereal submarines in the sky— They slowly, steadily head south. Slow-going, more keep coming. Infiltrating the vast blue. Gathering gradually—and in no hurry—they pass under the radar. Underneath the sun. […]

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A DEPOT OF DAYS

  The crabgrass was sunk  under the bayou dew. Imprinted about were lazy logos: brown blooms of the orchid, puttyroot.   Somewhere, far off, sang a child trapped in a woman’s body. She sang of a God in another land. But her song was lost in the call for fish:   “Spadefish for frying! Get […]

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I SOLEMNLY SWEAR

    [With apologies to God and Jesus Christ]   I swore I wouldn’t swear. Swear to God. I swear I did. But then…something happened. I tripped…or dropped something…or who-knows-what. And expletives blew forth from my mouth. And, like bullets shot from a gun, I couldn’t catch them. Nor bring them back. Remorse set in. […]

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