He shuts out the cold Sutton wind whistling off the creek, and locks in colder quiet.
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The Frisian lands lying flat
open up to infinite skies
let the moon-pulled tides
carve rivulets of love
in the sand.
By night he'd take her by the hand and, as in their youth, go smoke pot under the bridge. By day, they were grandpa and grandma.
Inhaling deeply
I gather myself
Like the tines of a zipper.
Life is a near-death experience
Ancestors sing in my spine
Offspring give shape to memory
Memory gives shape to time
Red-winged blackbirds flock, a convention of male epaulets. The boss says, her shoulders burning, "The pond goes."
Warm breeze
patrols the streets
parking tickets
flutter
Sleet sweeps the hills. Houses fold into mudslides. A cat climbs my limbs and I become her tree in the flood. Strays, we cuddle.
One Sound, One World
Big, tough fella
loud, racy lass
timid Cinderella
prodigy, alas
blow your vuvuzela
if you must.
Longer Half of the L
May loneliness leave only lovely long lawns after.
May this green's light leaves lift to rafters laughter.