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these thick weeds
off the trail
telling me just how lost
I have to be
to find them
the lights dim
sparrows take their seats
baton of lightning
cues the rain..
the symphony begins
big sky country
spirit clouds trailing
from the ghosts
of wild horses
running
echo of a crow
resting
in a tree
clouds
in a puddle
raining on themselves
burst of rain
the cicadas
stop to listen
full moon
nowhere to hide
how I feel
I pick up
a piece of the moon
I watched break off
when it scraped
the mountain
grasshopper
in my head
I write
a poem
to let him out
grasshopper
folds itself
back into a leaf
stolen rain
the desert hides it
in cactus flowers
rising (s up (u slowly n)
green apples
soaking up the colors
of sunsets
I’m always
on the wrong side
of the window
sound of dawn
rustling
outside my window
I watch the night
get undressed
my back to the window..
time passes
with the shadows
of birds flying
across the floor
I walk
up the road
to the mountain
where the rocks end
and the stars begin
all the pages
in my mind
unpublished
outside wedding
an extra bridesmaid..
butterfly
a dandelion seed
lands
(the little kid
inside me
grows up)
on my windowsill
firefly
with a dead battery
clouds scraping the colors
from the sun
until the end of the day
is buried
in reds and yellows
I answer the door
but no one’s there..
woodpecker
a traipse in the woods
to clear my mind
my boot stuck in the mud
you
still stuck in my head
the smell of sage
a grass fire turns the desert
into a temple
higher than I can reach
where the colors
leak out
I leave
the coloring-book polar bear
blank
lost in the years
and a million kinds of weeds
taller than me
pearl moon
in waves of night
colored stars
wash up at my feet
the deeper I go
wings open and close
slowly
white powder
on my
guilty fingers
I get there faster
than I do
by walking
(this old dirt road
lined with trees)
I tell the moon
the night is young
but he looks at me
with sunrise
in his eyes
the rock in the stream
lets me pass
without saying anything
I put july
in a bottle
point it at august
light the fuse
and stand back
immense sparrow
in his heart
watching sorrows
dart
tree to tree
thorns
even god
doesn’t trust me
on a wire
a fly
with a broken wing
trying
to walk it off
sunny side up
two strips of rain
black crow without sugar
a piece of rainbow
lands on my fence..
cardinal