Poem
Can't do it -- all this
"weave" and "strum"
maybe the only good I got
from it was "stormwater"
-- mind travels pageless
in this light of images and
travels behind me in the memory
of leaving the city through
a hole in the stone
-- graffiti warning, swirling
as the dark opened
into a light-green field
and I stood
in the sacred
stained
earth alone
unadorned once again.
***
"I feel very good here,
In this water, in this garbage"
Wonderful garbage cans,
People as all kinds of animals.
***
"A little peace and quietness, away
from the hungry generations" (Budgen)
"When the heart grows old" (Yeats)
Gluck's Orpheus
"put it in the sun
and it freezes stuff"
whatwasthere.com
smartphone
infant heart problems
in rural areas
"have a good birthday;
I'll see ya"
"roots... in the names of
mountains, rivers,
cities and gods"
"Dear Post Officer...
I hurt myself on the ice
and can't make it...
Please call
if there are any problems"
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