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Saturday, April 30

highly damped oscillation

the beginning of spring
the begging rain falls
unheeded by sticks still
 
small ears of leafs
unearthly green
listen to the late frost

Tuesday, January 25

so, snow

figures strange figures
perplexes abstract edges
minute spars set flying
into eyes blinking
sun onto blinding
the froth drifting
steps forward sinking
a broom and a shovel
each advance
an avalanche

Sunday, January 23

lopi

the stove talks this morning
of snow of units of weight of measures
of shovels of pancakes of armida
of maria callas of old rossini
of time of space
in clicks and ticks
a heavy black dolphin
another mouth to feed

Sunday, January 9

an arrival

in this, this biting and dark evening

the sandbar is sunk with snow

the brittle apple sticks clack

the bristle dry goldenrod rattles

the steps of yesterdays racoon

cat casting a shadow telling what


starcraft

the lines are faster in the night

the temperature dips into a vault

the knot is tight enough to tell time

the fingers that unwind are blind

the river is ice the lights are still


on the moon

a step into the moon several inches deep

the dust settles and at the edges are

non compete clauses and other verbiage

little remembrances of proceedings past

long ago notes and forgeries that pass


the cold here is immense, is trying

the cold blows your nose for you

the snot puddles in stray creases

on the moon snot and sneezes freezes

Sunday, December 12

on december

on the path
to the pile
the goldenrods reach
into in the way
dried and rigid
they rattle the wind
the seeds take off
agree with the breeze

Tuesday, November 30

autum

the leafs are off 

the wind has toys

the trees feel free

the sun finds shade


Friday, November 19

zeniths

lost in the pavement are stones

immobilized records of moments

transition metals and elements rarer

feet stepping hither and thither

frieze_v221

on hard ground again a fine
edge on every green blade
a mirror held up to the sun
this morning I walk at a run

carolinas

the title of the sun is written

across the vision

just minutes 

the waves go

some stole the show

the sand should sparkle

here the teeth are black

to reach down brown eyes

yes that is one that is some

Wednesday, November 17

apples

slowly the near round reduces

when in wet contract into ground

time and july worms consume

foot and step and frost and tooth too


Thursday, November 11

on newton

as far as an apple falls

the tree at an extreme sense

in the future and past tenses

that release some understand

especially those standing

underneath the orchards reach

Tuesday, November 9

so a salamandar

there lives the salamandar
down at the bottom
where two ravines defile
a mountain and define
a gully where water
and junk collect
or if not that then
low lower from where
here is a gneiss and feldspar
home away from what
is nice and normal according
to regular people
and the tax collector

a beach

when the ocean broke open
a tern submerged
while the pelicans booked hours
 
the porpoise is the mammal
to observe the art
another one becomes
without purpose overt

a beach without end nor start

warming up

the house is and was cold
 
foot steps from the silver cloud
the earth touched and then undone
a stagnant froth grown rough

deep and silent enough to stress bones
the elbow into the side to steady
the ashes the ready bucket

a tree had died
these are those
into the stove
 
striking the match
the embers now glow


Monday, August 9

swallow v dragon

said the swallow to the fly
who has that eye
which is multiply 

can you turn and wheel like i?
can you bank and dip?
can you tie day to night?

said the fly to the bird
who has archaic words
which do mortify

can you swim and skim like i?
can you zip or just flap?
can you metamorphasize?


visions_v_dinner_d1

lets set the table straight

lets let the lights be right

say what you will

say that you still

pass some of that stuff

pass some of that loaf



Tuesday, April 27

a spring vision

the sun might find us inclined

to speak of the newest leafs

nothing strikes the mind

so much is a timid green finery

soon to close all gaps

and make the lines blind

Friday, April 23

moves

sticking steps across on the floor

the wood bows and the lights they

light up the shadows with a dance

from heel to toe sweat in tow

a droit a gauche azucar get low

types of words our hips know