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How blues hardened into rock.
How your hair dried in the sun.
How fault lines settled into your brow.

It is the movement
of the limbs—legato as they say in music
when the drumbeat softens to a brush
and the strings hum on one note

When she left me,
she took pieces of me with her.

Three miles from the High Level Bridge
sun shimmered against the four lanes as if
hundreds of tiny glass beads found
themselves dumped out on Main Street.

Being alive is a commitment
to the earth
and so is being dead
for that matter

coat, a child hops
foot to foot, waiting
for the bus. It is late.
Only a half moon
floats in the heavens

I love when the empty field atoms occupy . . . manifests the disappearance of shadow not-I. This can be called actualizing the wisdom-eye. All are advised to know now & not wait till you...

Part the creamy water
with your strokes, do not swallow
intemperate amounts of a bitter chlorine cocktail.

Birds low on the lawn
slant into the wind
confident and keen

You cut your yarn to fit your rage aware only no more, no more could you stitch, never again see pattern or hear the song the stitches made.