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aspen leaves flutter — two quaking hearts in the wind — and we are not trees sustained by deep clenching roots but ants at the grand picnic

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April

The pines hold their arms wide open to me, and never tire. The crows are better at living, and smarter, we both know this. The stream runs cold and clear, clearer than my head, not nearly as cold As the … Continue reading

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Miracluous Disentropy

Watch a bird gathering the smallest winterfallen twigs one by one to fly them to a crotch of limb and trunk high in a stillbare tree. Thus are the scatterlings interwoven in the very tree from whence they were blown, … Continue reading

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The cobalt shadows…

The cobalt shadows of the poet trees stretch in last light, limbs entwining, across the snow to the russet alders that grow to the edge of the beaver pond.

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Snapshots

Dirt path bent ’round alders standing in water under a wintery sky. Border collie and rusty wagon wheel. Pale green lichen on thin steel subsumed in aspens. Bare limbs in a lonely tangle scratch at the clouds. Two trees stand apart … Continue reading

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Diminished

Sometime between poems, when I was stuck in the shoebox of my workaday life, the heavy heat dropped through the bottom of the wet paper bag of summer, and by the time I had driven home and changed clothes and … Continue reading

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Afterlife

I am no more than a stone or a tree and a grain of sand or a log I will be, though they say that when a redwood dies a humpback sings and a black bear cries.

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