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Sleeping Out
Last night the storm drove ‘cross the Sound and rain Blew through the seams into the crowded tent. We tried to huddle-sleep, all soaked again, but Martine is coughing, hard. All sleeping went When Julie left at 3. I wish … Continue reading
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Pickles
& after awhile, you mostly get fed up Accommodating surprise! Why should you? Why should I? Sandpaper, take note, young man, Is The Lord’s very answer to sharp corners And what that won’t cure? Out! Once you’ve understood & made … Continue reading
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Bodysurfing
The Earth dreams and sighs in tides that lick the thorns of rock we cling to. How many millennia perched there watching seal and dolphin before one of us first caught the trick of turning such movement to bliss? Up … Continue reading
Tosayamada Station
On the platform above the plastic pews, the dirty station flags wave, colored smudges, dark’ning in diesel, and coming dusk. Near the kiosk, empty now and dark, a Coke machine winks but nobody slumped and silent makes eye-contact. Under the … Continue reading
These Old Tunes
Fiddled up from far below the constant silting of commerce, of eons of cares and endless clamors, emerging intact, startling sense awake. Like youth re-remembered, brought out from gabled attics given air and light, then shook hard to drive away … Continue reading
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Mirror
Upon its liquid field of silvered glass rimmed with black wood, worked, as if to punctuate a gaze, the ghostly conjure of all that might have been wins its arguments every time.
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How many nails?
The walk is jumbled with junk Destined for sodai gomi no hi But it all must be sorted and properly sized. Old radio carcasses, busted out tin pots. Bundles of newsprint and day-glo chirashi Plastic ties and bottles green, brown … Continue reading
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Poem for Miki
She monkeys up my trunk, Gap-toothed, fearless, light as air Squealing at the kitchen floor crocodiles Now circling around my roots. They will never catch her, Never!
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The Warbler
Young paper shufflers All heads down & shoulders up Beyond this classroom Only the uguisu Enjoying this summer morn
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Futsukayoi
Off center, the white buzz Crawls across the skin Last one to leave the party
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