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110 pages, Paperback
Published January 11, 2017
storm
clouds
roll
past
tease
these
rattling
aspens- Dry Spell, pg. 2
* * *
Little
bits
of
desperate
cloud
the air.
I
can't
catch
much
of
anything.
I'll
go
&
sit
with
Issa
by
the Tamagawa.- With Issa, pg. 12
Briefly
we
talk
words
cling
to
words
talk
touches- Talk, for Barbara, pg. 14
* * *
The air hammer's
rat-rat-rat --
perforate
concrete
and
air- The Concrete Air, pg. 17
Swallows
dart
back and forth
like
hyphens
on grey paper
awaiting
words- Fall Sky, pg. 25
* * *
Words
on this white paper
bird
tracks
on
hard
snow- Tracks, pg. 28
Swallows
flit and swoop
to and from
a nest packed against
the farmhouse wall
below the eave
they will persist
in this, with
or without
my eye- Swallows, pg. 31
* * *
W)here
the
grass-
hopper
is (it
was- Grasshopper, pg. 35
Frog
gone
plip
into
mud
cloud- At the Edge of the Frog Pond, pg. 37
* * *
Peering
into the pool
I see
beyond my face
sunken
leaves
tadpoles
snails
and
mud
our
ancestral past- The Pool, pg. 43
the birds fly
across this wooden country road
a foot
above ground
in front
of the car- How Low, pg. 45
* * *
A single leaf csught
in a long narrow breeze
dances, runs
on the spot
not going
anywhere- Leaf, pg. 47
Some mornings
as I awaken
I compose a poem
in my head
usually gone
when I get to my desk
this morning
I caught one- Some Mornings, pg. 54
* * *
Beside
the Rail Trail
lies
a red woolen glove
it's lain
there
for
weeks
the other
glove
is
lost- Point of View, pg. 60
Spoken
words
cling
to
walls
in
rooms
we
inhabit- Caution, pg. 66
* * *
We're adrift
and as free
as the earth
in space
tied to
the sun
by astro-
mechanics- Ties, pg. 73