This morning by the riverI saw a Great Blue Heron.Holding my breathI stood still to this sightbearing witness to the Heron’s great flight.As tips of its wingswere grazing the surfaceof fog-ridden rivers aheadI awed at the dropsclinging heavy to the websof hundreds of thousands of spiders.To let go of another summer.Heart grateful for these legs,Continue reading “The Last of This September”
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Curio
pieces found. cracks in the surface. poetry of pause and notice. deeply carved shadows. tiles broken. time shattered. these words and those lovers. picked and scattered. cry in the wind, in the brightness of the days alive. the only meaning it all will ever have is hidden between the lines carved around our eyes. /Continue reading “Curio”