Weeds and Wildflowers

 If I don’t care about sides I’ll see what’s in front of me  Light a candle in the wind Flicker, flow, grow, blow out  Earth always the sext...

In early November This old place is so alive.  I recall long ago another  November alchemy,  When I drove into the slumbering Meadows flowin...

 Wondering this day, 9-11,  How one deals with shock?  We tried, as a nation.  We’re trying now.  We’re trying as each precious One of us is...

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Her balm the in-between,   The interstitials And somewhere out in the  Great Plains and the divide,  Great opening spaces, in The small mead...

Spent all day in the big outside Mowing into the glory of the clover Fretting about apple trees’ vigor, Though they’re old,  Making sure in ...

 They’re all so safe The safe ones In my age and yearning I cleave to trusting  Why not, anyway?  It’s exhausting, otherwise.  It means, I k...