and another

once or twice at first and again
the train stopped our talk
still lamps bounce and all
in the little death since

why sweep on the porch
why keep a wheel

another year

gone are ears hearing
much and doing little
unless adjusted enough
set on the scent
heads tails

from under
stairs or above
sure in the bush
and beholden not
even when well off
couched high
cool collected cast
from a rare alley
well tempered
and best ever

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overnight snow
not just knee deep
in windy triangles
porch white
so shovel my heat
then sweep
a quebec trick
under shelter a whiff
cat reminisce
missing paws prints
her most obvious
still is it

branches to ashes

noon dust today
last night fahrenheit
if the shovel fits

on comet

on the grain
that axe falls
breaking years
agos bonds holds
now exposed
to light to decompose

sunday

at last all east
with wind from north
blessed seeds
birds to seek feed

a snow a shovel
take at hand and lever
an arm so taught
to throw and with it
go make way make haste
tomorrow is ordinary

din

yellow is for steaming
orange is for peeling
white is for boiling
black is for stewing

squash is an all night feeling
orange is mornings noons evenings
rice is a staple in the palm bleeding
beans is prometheus' breathing

taking air

steps away
a sidewalk
moon is half
and one goose
the other
clouds out fast

south bay

we on the ice
we glide and dine
we ask the cracks
we passed by time

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all this is
is business
baffles open
wide senseless
downer jones' index