EVERYTHING FLEW BUT THE FINCH

  The grainy meowing yowl of fated fighting cats on a wet gray day— it makes the clouds curl, the whole sky sour and curdle.   This is the desert’s December. This and St. Augustine, newly gold in paint, blessing the parking lot (just like a saint).   It’s just like a saint to care […]

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CLOUDLESS

  I need no more time To divine These dull seasons.   Reasons Are unreasonable excuses To me.   Seems like Traveling time Has arrived:   I found a five In my Old coat pocket.   The door? I’ll lock it. The garden can go To seed;   The seeds  Can remain beads In their […]

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BENEATH THE SHATTERING SUN

  This is nowhere near, no— This is nothing like the place Where flowers spill… Or people, Like ourselves, Might take chances.   This is a long way off From days That need water so desperately; From the beautiful women With their knotted hair Burnt black by centuries.   Their ears were looped with gold. […]

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COME SPRING

    Everlasting For a few weeks Bluebonnets stand erect, torching The breeze that reminds her There is a gulf.   Far from it, The Llano carries itself Past bluff and granite. He stood awhile, watching her Watch the nutra As it swam up river.   A witness Of another kind Filtered through the mesquite, […]

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SCRAPING THE HULL

  When the roar of distant shore Ceases to please this pale frame The will of Life will have bore Down, erasing one lettered name.   What is is stripped away to the core And, at once, is what once came. As the tide widens its shore Nothing remains the same.   No niche of […]

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FIELD

  Terraced but forgotten, Stones in a row After row after row. He looked one way. She looked the other. Bringing it back will Take some doing, he said. “Just like anything Neglected For too long.” But he  Did not hear.   (from Hill Country & Other Poems)

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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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