Monthly Archives: June 2019

Eye Motes #3

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We gather wild asparagus beneath the powerlines.

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A hummingbird weighs the same as a nickel.

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Somewhere the new Mozart is fleeing a sponsor.

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Betrayed by fiat currency we drank from each others mouths.

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The reticulated arms of trees by the side porch.

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Recall whisking tea during the ceremony, the sound in the bowl.

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New grandchild awaits birth and surgery; mother a slow savage.

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Last night before sleep, an Armageddon of choice.

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The sky let down one hollow canyon.

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A dagger of ice falls into Glacier bay.

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A child of answers, only answers.

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I clean the orchard mud from my rolled up pant legs.

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Where once we hunted black tail deer, sculpture and swallows.

Song of the Subway

A carnival of shoes, tracked and true.
  False to travelers who wander aloud,

soft in their thoughts, catatonic in the breakfast sun.
  Shade in the tunnels, the mud-soaked margins,

midway inside the mad and quickened place,
  carried away — a steelpan artist!

Scientist of twing: ba-da-ting, ba-da-ting—relief
  throbs the green and tiled halls.

Cornered by Trinidad, alert and bible high,
  below him a mutt and a Slurpee cup.

Plates of bystanders—a Greek salad of hurry.
  Calmly the former merchant marine,

deserted, he calls out the chorus—sublingual sounds,
  dog eared by feet and the rumbling train.