51 Sagittids Dream

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We met once again

Embraced and gashed the sky

Meteors at last

Perspective

Not needing to know

You'll find me under the iris

Stooped and looking up

Distraction

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Practicing a face

For show in a googled world

As the icecaps melt

Analog

Our ten thousand dreams

Flowing into each other

Beyond devices

Canopy

 

Safe under new leaves

Peace in our natural state

Relaxed and silent

Promises

Drew Dogget photo

She had a request

To be buried with her horse

One less thing, she said

—lines from Joy Williams' Concerning the Future of Souls

Fish

I've seen your tattoo

Fish hook set deep in your flesh

A love that won't heal

A World with Poppies

Orange flares in the rain

Loss is our lesson of course

But there are poppies

—after Mary Oliver's "Poppies"

Borealis

Green and purple leap

In the north of our desires

How few live such lives

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Where The Dusk Is Silent

Cash Valley, Dan's Mountain, Cumberland Gap, MD.  Click to enlarge.

Red barns white houses

Deep valley brimming with mist

Hear the rain coming

Special Delivery

Swallowtails in flight

Over the small post office

Priority mail

The Tao of May

 

Opening flower

A sensation of the mind

Connecting all things

Circumflex

 Enveloping fog

Refocuses consciousness

As trees gather 'round

When an Old Friend Dies

 

Soft "Irish" weather

Fit for the passage of souls

Memory and rain

Euphony

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Haiku a comfort

Awaking old and alone

To the flutes of doves

May in the East

 

Coolness pools in vales

Bullfrogs' basso profundo

The evenings of spring

The Sea as We Left It

Duck, NC

Maybe the beach again the sand and the sea

others will be there waiting for us

maybe November is far enough away

to make it seem possible to think it will be as it was

unchanged as it was and constantly changing

the cries of gulls in the wind and the smell

the fecund smell of salt and decay

others will be there where we left them

awaiting our return as it once was

the wind and the sky and the absences

the collapsing surf the cry of the gulls

the rhythmic collapse and the sighs

of the sea receding and the relentless wind

 everything changing and unchanged

in the great absences

in the cry and collapse

of the off-season

others will be waiting

as they once were.