So what I did was swap out death for life.
I poked through and (for life was not all)
down in around and out again,
stitching a garment for every weather.
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A poem that should never have been written, and yet it was
I rifled through the drawers of death.
I took back all my letters.
Death she never wrote me back.
She let me hang here ever.
A scholarly fall
The leaves of all I’ve read
stir as I walk, reproach
me with their dryness, beg
to be tramped
under into something good.
I do not like seeing
A little man fried in oil
limbs in motion
stilled by the heat
Haughty
Bugs unlike birds
do not flee my
innocent
port and shutter
I have troubled much
I have troubled much
with death, have trod
with feet bigger
than all my life combined.
Stay me, Lord!
Hold me here to
pray like a tree.
Is it only the brain that we rack?
The heart could use some
racking as well
You get to where anything could be a poem
Fries
decaf
Apple Bandit
Getting real
Wasn’t the dividing line between
sea and sky, the endless horizon,
an image of the Trinity and of the
divine “economy” – laughing self-giving
in a game of rain and evaporation?
This question did not seem to be
chief on people’s minds.
I looked again. And then
left love for love and asked what was.
And Coke I did provide.
Reluctance
Not a leaf but one
has turned. Nor shall I.
I’ve quit the branch before.
