Saturday, August 9, 2014

the poets

the poets
they are so much here
and even gently
but just as taut
(under their skin
deep in their brain)
as the competitor
moving to the shot down the line
hit so hard and flat
reaching it, seeing
just in the edge of vision
the other moving back to center
so the true return is hard
back down the line again
sliced to kingdom come
so that death could never reach it
never in time

Wednesday, August 6, 2014


isn't it enough?
just ebb and flow
the white of it
a dazzle spray
the slow turning wing
isn't it enough?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Evening without Vespers

evening without Vespers
the sacred buried deep
below moon blue woods
bare feet, the grass is soft
the air sweet, setting free
rooted music of growth
and death and coming
home again

Friday, June 27, 2014

gentled heart

in grandmother taupe
slow walking
through tall
and if the bright bird flies
and if the wild bird sings
it is seen
it is heard
and known
in the gentled heart

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Honey Moon

Friday the thirteenth
night garden's shadowed breath
full Honey Moonlight
horses call across a flowing field
a white witches' wind around the flowers

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

This wolf, OR-7
back home after 5,000 miles.
He must have a secret name
like Basho, wandering soul,
our wolf spirit of poetry

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