Which streaks the woods road at noon — Shade or sun, Across the nature of the other one? Do shadows, shapes of leaves and limbs, Take all the light And leave, except for minor errors, night? Or, is black the habit of summer sky? And flawing his blindness, Only shooting stars Behind the walker’s...

Your grandmother watcheslodgepole and poplar scatter morning lightacross a scrim of dust lifted from the skin of the earthI am trying to show you howthe fallen tree nearby is a fallen treeand an expression of fallennessand this expression is exactYour grandmother movesfrom a stillness she keeps taking each stepas though...

One night it will just pass Plain in the firelight.That thing you’ve been Hunting for so long, Suddenly right in front of you, Unafraid.As if everything, The cunning traps, The dogged trailing, Was all just for show.Some elaborate ceremony Of the inevitable.And now thisNo desperate chase, No revelatory Final showdown,Just a gentle meeting of eyes, A...

I’m driving the long way home. Meandering along a backroad meadow where I’ve stalled to breathe and watch the horses play. Let their blood and flesh, grazing knee-deep in fireworks of wildflowers, lift me.Why do I say “play?” Horses I’ve known up close shudder and twitch with nervous alert.Poor brutes, fenced to boredom, plagued with...

All gifts are temporary The sun, the moon, the stars Stripes on the backs of chipmunks Beaver tracks in the mud. This morning It was a troop of robins Busking for worms Their bouncing advancements timed To a foghorn of cows. Meanwhile The rising sun Didn’t believe in a thing Not me, not you And the...

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