Every drop is a way back up
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Don’t read this for answers
This problem of not being
who you are will not be
solved here where
the wind will blow you
from the bike
G is for God
G is for God.
G doesn’t
sound at all like God,
but “God” doesn’t sound like God
either. God is the one
cupping her ear not caring.
The bicyclist was is and ever shall be
His passing is from
the pedaling that’s done.
His pedaling makes
the passing we’ll see.
Palest blue of the 5th of December
A single thought drifts in
hangs, goes
To do
Milk light from the blue, aging night sky.
Drink at last of its newness.
The mind slips below
Well before the sun
This is where
This is where
the road will go,
but where is where
the future will go?
3rd and 30 from the 45
Put it all in the air
and let it hang there,
our ball of broken dreams
and broken bones
Tent at Sequim Bay
I am now in a room where
my father is in a tent
at Sequim Bay.
He’s lit a fire and
his fingers move.
Their shadows are like strings
tied to the tent,
pulling it down.
