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Saturday, June 30

yard birds

blue black purple
spots adorn my soles
some from mulberry
shading the yard out back
another from a puck
grabbed out of thin aire
to save the day

the squirrels eat and get fat
falling into a lazy spot
a miss of paws
possibly drunk

Monday, June 25

where have all the miners gone

elk on tailings
scraping by
half a mind
to tell them no
go waste time
upon some other pile
yet to be tried
than this broke while
half a mine
all grime all ice
a black eye
in the hill side
timbers dripping filling
a cave worth a lie

Tuesday, June 19

preambles


nose over the stove
coffee into closed eyes
awakened to the smell of
 
constant staccato
spelling white
spilling flight
into mirrors
temporary worth
immeasurable potential
immense weight
ballasts this
everything left
timings right


radar

here it is rain
available vailances
the hottest earth
springs unwound
into oblivion listing
then
grass and brush combed down
petals and links crossed
we eat at ten and again
wet in the kitchen listen

Saturday, June 16

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dark an atmosphere
after nine
after all
 eleven stalls
drops and sparks hot spots
off course brought to top and dropped
to settle on rocks and arcs
and asterix and ask
the angles what wings are for
if the wind lifts us this
if the water tips whitest
and that we know thou
the list
the prosper
on belies bailing
from the dock holding onto
gunwales just
above the river
tastes of july
take a swim
southbaysmile

in the rain

a light flashes
a lithe branches
a little green
a little sorrow
a little late
a little sorrow
a lilt tomorrow
a lit aura
a lift landed
a life handed
a list dashes
a live backyardashes

Wednesday, June 6

AM FOOD FOR THOUGHT


to saw and hack
to chop and sweat
to work in other words
to  stink and sing

to breath and bleed
to beacon in other words
to stop and swat at
to stop caring and be bitten
to be needled in other words
to bleed and feed
to give and recieve not
to be important in other words

up and down

up and down
(or how i learned to stop worrying and love the canoe)

on sandy beach
one branch reaches
peak heat

blue skies
back swarms
black flies

whisky for dinner
grit and bitter
wishes in there

teeth bare the sun
a chariot a aluminum
prows bows hum drum

for you for ever
oro y plombo
permeable and mosquito

gnaw it all night
goose it all day
hoof it any way

enervated levels
water settles
current left trestles

dings and dents
holes and rents 
patches near spent

water this side
water that side
paddled or d(i)ed


Monday, June 4

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away and out on the plane
farther than the reach of shadows
harbors where mosquitos
slows and ejects bloods flows

rolling down river
emollience in shallow
scudding along on sand
solving ripples
and other mysteries
yet perplexed
by the plethora
of fish set before
the king's dead throne
who hasn't caught a bite
like me a subject

to the black flies

Sunday, June 3

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the current digs deep
black water traps
semi-8 on thother side
boundary conditions apply
a depth to drop
hats thoughts skulls lots
thats in hellos and goodbyes
sinks and swims
arms and givens
reaching for blind eyes
under fallen trees
and dragon flies
 

Saturday, June 2

waiting

the sweetest tree
apply within bee
apple with in windy

days to gaze
branches lofty sways
green softly and mothly shades

roundest honey
bites crisp
as money

Friday, June 1

t'other or another

with one foot in
this river
with one eye on
this river
which ever skies
ebullience on miles
efforts to get into heaven
one is granite steps
one isobaric grains set
piled forever current
the leafs that brush
and bend to touch
hands held out to hold as much

voyageurs

canoes high and mighty
even when high and dry
essential elements
dings and dents
compilations of earths crusts
gunwhales soft chines
sheen as dimes dull
by the dint of sunset
bows crest the bluff
and pass we west
ease is east
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