Friday, July 31, 2009
1130 Miles: 16th Day: Pressing
heat pressing
into
my temples
like stones pressing
each ache and knot
out of me
the pattern of
pressing
into
my temples
like stones pressing
each ache and knot
out of me
the pattern of
pressing
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Incongruity
there should be cowboys
or old ladies with hairnets
and cigarettes
a truck or two
this view is a suburban somebody
sipping his latté
or old ladies with hairnets
and cigarettes
a truck or two
this view is a suburban somebody
sipping his latté
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Highway 5: South
many years
many
many years
passed by
before
I could see how beautiful
the dry golden hills
many
beautiful
many
many
many
many years
passed by
before
I could see how beautiful
the dry golden hills
many
beautiful
many
many
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Hen & Chicks
there is only one
sending out
identical
the mother is one
and then
there are others
but they are
identical
like the mother
at the depth
of
DNA
one and others
mother
identical
sending out
identical
the mother is one
and then
there are others
but they are
identical
like the mother
at the depth
of
DNA
one and others
mother
identical
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
No Rain
moving from the time of no rain
to the time of all sun
we long for thirsty night
we pray
for dreams of water
opening our parched throats
for
one
cold
drop
to the time of all sun
we long for thirsty night
we pray
for dreams of water
opening our parched throats
for
one
cold
drop
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
1130 Miles: 15 or so: Outside
outside
the sun shines
outside
we drink espresso
outside
we smell the roses
outside
we pet the dogs
outside
we smile at babies
outside
we hold hands
outside
we know it's summer
outside
the sun shines
outside
we drink espresso
outside
we smell the roses
outside
we pet the dogs
outside
we smile at babies
outside
we hold hands
outside
we know it's summer
outside
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
1130 Miles:: 14th Day: And A Day Late
Friday, July 17, 2009
Cats
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
et in arcadia ego
nothing can be undone
not time nor memory
nor blueberries
swirled in cream
nor honey
stolen from the bee
we are flying
swiftly
to the end
not time nor memory
nor blueberries
swirled in cream
nor honey
stolen from the bee
we are flying
swiftly
to the end
1130 Miles: 13th Day: Morning Coffee In the Afternoon
sitting in the café
new paintings on the wall
new barrista at the counter
sun shining
iced coffee deliciously melting
the tiny ice cubes
everything happy warm busy
except
me
new paintings on the wall
new barrista at the counter
sun shining
iced coffee deliciously melting
the tiny ice cubes
everything happy warm busy
except
me
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
After The Fourth
we pretend the days grow
longer
and that life is bursting with the new
though it is the nights
which
l
e
n
g
t
h
e
n
longer
and that life is bursting with the new
though it is the nights
which
l
e
n
g
t
h
e
n
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Locked
the door to the past
cannot be opened
no matter
how wide
your heart
the gate is too
narrow
to pass through
hidden
beneath layers of days
and time
ticks away
ruefully
your youth
and beauty
in faded memory
can only be
recalled
cannot be opened
no matter
how wide
your heart
the gate is too
narrow
to pass through
hidden
beneath layers of days
and time
ticks away
ruefully
your youth
and beauty
in faded memory
can only be
recalled
Monday, July 06, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
The Sunday Times
Saturday, July 04, 2009
4th of July
the beauty of a warm day
and a ball game played
for fun
the beauty of youth
and life lived
for fun
and a ball game played
for fun
the beauty of youth
and life lived
for fun
Friday, July 03, 2009
Thirst
small drops of small
water drops on
small parts of small
petals open on
small drops of small
water drops
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Sorrowful
tears and pain over
the sheaf emptied of its wheat
the wine bottle holds no wine
the candle wax remains
after the wick is gone
the sheaf emptied of its wheat
the wine bottle holds no wine
the candle wax remains
after the wick is gone
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