Weeds and Wildflowers

Just so clear  Just the clear shapes Uncomplicated and spare From a bedroom window I’d forgotten about And especially  In winter...

Not easy recalling when dream state And landscape merge,  Navigating visceral as another  Foreign land appears Between the dreamed ...

Everything is uneasy There would be something  Wrong otherwise, so I listen And I listen to myself  The fulcrum is his Blindness ...

(Young socialist  At Berkeley in 1938, In 1942, Lieutenant In a bunker command, Naval Intelligence In San Francisco,  My mothe...

Thinking about it, I tend to sprinkle seeds, gardening weeding,  writing cooking and all the  other ways of trying to leave someth...

I get up to let the dog out And a feeling of balance and Insight just settles for A brief moment and my Body lifts away from terra firma...

So I have need of Darkness and the wind, it Comes up, and At first I want To not like it, I ask or  Rather wonder If I’m loo...