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Spring, 2020

April. Already Magnolias contemplate white Silences to come. How many will we see wither And die while May petals fall?

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A Train Whistle Far Away

It is winter and you are gone west Where foothills crumble into desert Resting your head against the black, I imagine, the cool bus window. The sun has fallen behind mountains And left the night stained blue as the sea. … Continue reading

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Where to Begin, And When to Harvest

In Memoriam: Robert Smith I see you in an old photo Young and gangling in overalls Standing in a field, hands on hips, Considering where to begin The planting and when to harvest. I see you in an oil lamp’s … Continue reading

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A North Wind Ravels

Midnight and now the full moon falls Down the other side of the sky. A north wind ravels skeins of snow Along the river frozen black. A dead spruce stands among the fir In snow here up to their green … Continue reading

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November Rain

I can’t quite remember the rhythms Our pulses beat together at night. All I hear now is November rain, Thready and erratic in the eaves.

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After

No one alive now remembers Rain on their skin in October Or how it varnished ochre larch. The slow rise and fall of water Moving with the moon over sand, The deep breaths of a pensive sea. The languid foreplay … Continue reading

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Into the Narrow Days

It’s September now and the rain, After the heat of the summer, has got The dead rattling above their graves. The rain and its weekend gyrations To hurricane winds left the dead swaying Under the white of a wall-eyed moon. … Continue reading

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On Earth As It Is

Your father’s deaf as ever now And he still mumbles the same old stuff About bliss and sacrifice and debt and how This dust of stars is just his dandruff. His forehead is dry and creased now Above a nose … Continue reading

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A Window is Open

I wake, and a window is open. Out on the wires two crows are invoking A moon from billions of years ago. Their voices are harsh from old hoping That wells in their throats and keeps them choking On words … Continue reading

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August Mourning Doves

1. August mourning doves Contemplate the coming dawn An ache swells my throat Listen—fields of corn grow tall Under the thin-bladed moon 2. August sleep is sparse Mourning doves murmur at dawn As I lie awake Hearing the corn ripen … Continue reading

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St. Peters

The scents of August Mussel mud and bayberry Thicken the west wind While tall spruce harrow the sky Above heavy-headed wheat

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When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

So. We never did walk together in A cool May’s sweet and inky scent Whispering from white blossoms And now under Iowa soil you have Neither voice nor thought. You have no Knowledge of how spring pulls all This colour … Continue reading

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All My Dead Gather

I know all my dead gather on these spring days Under the ground, unreasoning, Their restlessness a writhe of slow-waking worms Aerating the newly-thawed earth. All my dead gather under the crocuses, Twist among the magnolia’s roots; They make the … Continue reading

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Walter, Down on Queen Street (on the Death of Harold Waite)

Hank is dead now as found his place Daily on the low step there A block below the liquor store, Cardboard cushioning his bony arse Against time and cold and the slow Tide of malnutrition that crept High enough to … Continue reading

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The Ocean, Still

Can you see the ocean still At high tide? Do you remember The windless harbour poised to spill Over piers and pilings and fill Our ears with hollow timbres? Can you see the ocean still? See black-backed gulls wheel and … Continue reading

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Nuance

There is no mystery In an onion—tear away All the tissue-thin Layers one by one. You’ll find Nothing irreducible.

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Consider That I Am Mistaken

I’m sure there is someone I almost remember Who may have once told me they’d never forget The blue of my eyes in mid-winter sunlight When the geese were long gone and the gulls alone Might be heard over the … Continue reading

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Snow In A Field At Night

I passed a painter all alone Walking in the night, her eyes filled With rods measuring remembered Skies and their uncertain hues Against wide wavefronts of blue Twisting particles and pieces torn From dying stars and galaxies Into figures like … Continue reading

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Winter Solstice

I lay in bed not thinking until I thought of your breath rising slow Between me and the hill silhouetted Against the lemony western sky Towards the last thin peel of moon Curling away into the night. Below us, skin … Continue reading

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Brightest At Night (a country song for Mike Leon)

I don’t know about you But I’m a country star at heart In the smoky spaces of my brain The old standards are always About to start Each morning I shake off Sequins—they fall like dust from my dreams— And … Continue reading

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