Status Updates From New Collected Poems

fox tracks in the snow, the impact
of lightness upon lightness,
unendingly silent.

III
If a man finds it necessary to eat garbage, he should resist the temptation to call it a delicacy.

IV
Don’t pray for the rain to stop. Pray for good luck fishing when the river floods.

V
Don’t own so much clutter that you’ll be relieved to see your house catch fire.

Going slowly, marking my favorites…

I see that my mind is not good enough.
I see that I am eager to own the earth and to own men.
I find in my mouth a bitter taste of money,
a gaping syllable I can neither swallow nor spit out.
I see all that we have ruined in order to have, all
that was owned for a lifetime to be destroyed forever.

Where are the sleeps that escape such dreams?

Like Snow

Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.