Tag Archives: time

This Way and That

Posted on Wednesday, May 11th, 2016 11:42 am by

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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As It Ever Was

Posted on Monday, April 18th, 2016 3:26 pm by

As children and as teenagers It was brother Robert could take Everything apart. Was also The one able to put it all Back together. Or, if needed, Make something new and workable From the pieces. Head bent, molars Grinding slow, you … Continue reading →

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Against Hope

Posted on Friday, April 15th, 2016 4:14 pm by

I look at the apple tree in spring And see how the blossoms fade and fall. I look again in summer and see How the fruit of its early promise Now bend thin branches under their weight. And in autumn … Continue reading →

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The Glasses and the Plates and the Silverware (poems from old notebooks [August? 1992])

Posted on Sunday, April 10th, 2016 2:25 pm by
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West Point, Once Upon a Time

Posted on Friday, April 8th, 2016 4:55 pm by

An old brown dog of no particular breed Lay in the shade with his tongue hanging out. In a sprawl of poplar behind the barn A cat’s ears flattened, scolded by swallows. Late July, and the western capes crumbled In … Continue reading →

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In the Spring Ditches

Posted on Sunday, April 3rd, 2016 11:39 am by

And now springtime comes Casting its green illusions As the south wind gasps The pussy willows waver In damn ditches already

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When the Magnolia Stands in the Wind

Posted on Thursday, March 17th, 2016 11:39 am by

When the sun comes up in the morning On some ragged green day in May The magnolia will open its blossoms, Plant its fragrance square in your way. You’ll stand there with your bare face hung out As you realize … Continue reading →

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