Weeds and Wildflowers

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Once Undone

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I recall, I think I recall  sitting with you In the creaking swing on the Side porch, perhaps When the air softened up And quit the restless...
Thursday, July 27, 2017

Jump

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Anything is possible, Just listen to the folks  Around you.  Look at the light in Your western skies, your  Eastern skies, There...
Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Words for a Highway

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I had a huge Wave of homesick, Had some waves of it These two days, And it canopied me all today, Mowing, weeding, looking at The perf...
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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Last Quarter

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That quarter moon Moved really fast across The western sky just now, Readying for tomorrow Here on the cusp of midnight. My view shed i...
Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Linden Now

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Cat slouches in an open sill, While apple gold-green Light transports the Heady scent of linden, Aphrodisiac of smell and light, The mo...
Monday, June 26, 2017

Garcia-Marquez, Walcott, and Momaday

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Wanting for memory To explain the floating images, Fugitive phrases In my mind, the ones I can't Quite catch, snippets Of old stori...
Sunday, June 25, 2017

Memory

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Summers were long in that time, And down the road, the Cranky old woman who lived Amid her hollyhocks on the Shabby farm Would sell you...
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“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. I believe he ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it.” ~ The Way to Rainy Mountain, by N. Scott Momaday
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