already
salt and snowon the streets
congregationsin doorways
their breath their stance
sometimes memorywarmer with reasonsonly they know
how many summers howmany friends a breeze overgrass went on for hours
a smile […]
Slowly you wake, cocooned in your sleeping bag,secure in the knowledge that your tent holds nothing more scented than your intrusive human flesh.No bear bait, no enticements for mice, no elk aphrodisiac.
You stretch warmth into rigid muscles, feel the fading ofdowny dreams, see solid breath. Beneath you a mere skin ofearth, delicate as a lace […]
Today I drive out, secretly,
a day-tripper into my past, a vacationer
headed for beloved country
now lost to me.
Sold.
I return
to the only 40 acres I know anything about,
trespass beyond field’s edge,
where a ditch cleaves the soil,
coughs up clotted clay into a berm of crumbly rubble
sown with rough dandelion and Queen Anne’s Lace.
On this stolen day I find
the […]
Where are you from?Again, someone is asking me thisright at the Heritage Festivalunder the beautiful summer sun
I’m from here. No, no. Where are you really from? By the way, you speak good English.
I made this town my home. I’ve been here,growing older,spreading my roots under the […]
A gypsy friend tells me home is
where she hangs her hat,
shows me photos of sunrises over oceans
and the Seven Wonders of the world.
I stopped searching when my son was born,
burned the shoebox filled with postcards
and gave away my souvenirs.
This morning, drinking tea
among my tropical plants
and Van Gogh prints,
I saw the sun, the same sun
that climbs […]
