autumn
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Autumn [an old poem]
The roses begin to fade and I consider closing the windows at night but choose blankets instead. I dream that an old friend has taken to drink again, and the pain of it blooms in the dark cavern of my chest, a deep- red lily, a beautiful wound. Berries ripen on the bushes. Uncountable birds.… Continue reading
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sleeping alone
in my broad flowered bed white clock ticking on the brass table cat’s bell on the stairs it is autumn approaching in the widening nights the river is shallow slow green fish wave their tails above mossy stones it is dark long before bedtime fires burn in the uncut forests rushing down creek gullies rousting… Continue reading
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Red
in the copper urn in the beaded purse in the maple, the cherry turning in the african belt in the bentwood box in the goldfish swimming the chilling pond in the persian rug in the porcelain bowl in the photo of judd dancing with scarecrows in the hopi drum… Continue reading
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Montana Autumn
The fires have ended. It is a different life. My neighbors climb through black forests, green trying to grow new willows. I wake with a wet face. Morning peers through the shutters, narrow ellipses of light. It paints the white walls whiter. A shattered skin of ice on the birdbath. Everything is shutting down. The… Continue reading
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Letter to a Friend in China
You travel far to lose yourself in strangeness. You watch a man gutting a turtle into the street. Hills fade in the distance. I stay in my house by the river. Aspens are losing their yellow hair. Today I found a wounded bird perched in the brittle garden. You are learning the Chinese way. One… Continue reading
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