At wood’s edge.
There was a time
a tossed sandwich
would bring him
straight to the car,
the trunk to him
but a lordly can of beans.
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Trailhead
What goes down
must come up.
But here in me
there’s no guarantee,
just hope in the stream
coursing through the canyon below.
What’s the sense of your magnificence?
Can you fix me in the flame?
May I wake to you
From this slow, slow vertigo
Something persuasive in the morning
The dawn beyond the fir
leads you out the door.
It’s cooler than you think,
and brighter at the shore.
Waves and crabs fall in line,
and from the deep the mussels cry,
What’s this mercy for?
I’d like to fill
my bucket with stars
Every sunset on the miracle mile
is more brilliant than the last
until the road ends abruptly
and perplexity is as toffee
on your tongue
When you walk and walk a long, long way
You hear the ache within you say,
Disquiet does not make a sound.
Moses
It was not a rock
but a heart
that he tapped:
a stone of blood.
Gospel tuna
Free it from the can, please.
Stop mashing the albacore.
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