Tag: nature
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ars poetica*
I miss the curve of you your long, snaking lines pink with their meaning meaning only, I (will never fully) understand the fire I contain (for you) is not fire at all it is cold and clear and terrible; ripe, round mountains peaks of a book an explosion of sky the thick neck of a leaf heavy with its gravity here, I am crazy and strange and it is revered: my crazed strangeness; oxygenated ambition, …
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A pansy grew
from a green pot I’d filled with lily bulbs last summer A pansy grew In brown soil, rich with holes of desperate squirrels A pansy grew in late November after weeks of soft frost and no running water A pansy grew her center a violet butterfly her wings petaled white A pansy grew and I knew I’d keep growing…
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the Bee
All afternoon I listened to the bumble bee buzz, this is what they told me: “Listen Button, when I tell you they were drunk, I don’t mean beer-with-lunch-cocktail-hour-wine drunk, I mean speech-slurring-bodies-weaving-fall-down-and-leave-me-here drunk, I mean stinkin’ drunk. Picture a massive swarm of us all liquored up, gallons of that post-rain-elixing good stuff pumpin through our veins, oooh weee! Liquored up and heading to the hive, bumping into everything but each other- that was them…
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Presence
Today I walked and walked and walked all the same sidewalks and neighborly streets I usually do and somehow I knew I would not find a heart stuck in or on the pavement a perfect shadow of light, the perfect pink petal of a flimsy cosmo “not today” something told me and I knew it…
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new moons
everywhere I look someone is trying to convince me of the moon- of her dark of her new of her wax of her wane -trying to convince me she wouldn’t be 7.8% full of herself if her Earth were empty still. Am I too just a head of swaying sunflowers beside a fastly driven road? Full…
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Dear Button,
All day I listened to the Blue Jay squawk and this is what they told me- “It’s okay, you’re okay. even when it feels like you aren’t, you are- We’ve got you, Your army of Angels your Chickadees and Blue Jays, your Mourning Doves. We were there when you took your first gurgled breath, and…
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To be certain,
let me first spend some of each day, some of each breath looking after what is true- the purple star flower of a flax seed true Sun Golds like Easter eggs on a late August vine true the squinty red bloom of a Desert Rose true an Archipelago of clouds in a great blue sky (like…
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July
for AG Come to me slow, and easy and empty let me breathe right here in the thick of it wring water from my spine so my hips sit tall and fill with the fluency of your flowers with the shades of your contentment until every last golden jungle has been etched into my skin so I…
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where the ice pops take us
yesterdays pool water cloudy & scooped todays peach-parched begonias dead heads too last nights grill scratched clean now ‘nother round of dino jungle it’s your turn Wavy chalk drawn roads where tiny toy cars go bubbles blown by baby’s breath dance delight float on hawks squawk and birds call loud fast-moving preybelow shade is cool…
santos scribes 