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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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White Spruce Lingers

There is a place inside my head where The rain falls slowly all the time On rocks and fields and slanted roofs And through the inconstancy of trees. The rain falls slowly through dim green Spaces where the odor of … Continue reading

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Looking for Lilacs

June 5—butter stays Hard on the table— I’d go looking for lilacs— If I could find my long johns

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In Such Hollow Stems

Someone must sit for months, Dandelions, Every year In some greenhouse, Never sleeping, Spending the nights keeping All the glass gleaming— Polishing it With ragged leaves gathered in autumn And endless gallons of starshine And moonlight That pour anew Nightly … Continue reading

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This Way and That

I’m not here to tell you just how the days must flow. They will flow as they will, as water down any grade; Not because it seeks a slope but because one is there. And the stream is dark in … Continue reading

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