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The Road

The wide sky, the tar road,
the railroad trestle, the frogs at evening.
The world is outside waiting, waiting.

The sunset creeps down its evening vine
like a Gauguin painting.

And look, over there,
the clouds rolling in from the sea,
those great ruby and orange-robed sky monks.

How beautiful the world is
when you wake from sleep!


I saw my grainy days
into single words.

Each day-word came
like a loaf of bread
warm from the oven.

Even the night
I hit a family of deer
on a snow hard mountain road

became a guilty gift,
like a story
in stained glass.

The High Road

Ravens are digging in the snow
high on the mountain this searing afternoon
like a negative painting by Carravagio.

Who sees behind the mirror makes
a road, a path through the wilderness
beyond where the hills are wearing away.

When Words Lose Their Meaning

When words lose their meaning, I listen for the sounds they make. 
Some are like dirty water swirling in a can. Some are like deflating a truck tire. 

Some are like when a child dumps her blocks on a tile floor. 

When words become their opposites I look for their history, their DNA. Many have traveled a long road to be mishandled by patriots. Their dignity is not diminished. 

When C├ęsar Lehmann, the lead singer of the Spanish rap-rock band Def Con Dos, was arrested by military police and accused, under Spain’s new gag law, of inciting terrorism, his words sounded like a hammer annealing hot iron. 

The words of the government official sounded like cheap pants ripping when someone has grown fat stealing from widows and old veterans. 


hot day
slight wind at dusk

a hummingbird zips in
to drink at our fountain

bending the air around it
making a place to stand