May 28: View of a Pine

what do they call those? candles? that the pine lifts skyward still. she is winter-killed, red around her trunk, and cramped, encamped between two houses, not the forest she expected at my window as she rises, spring by spring she bears away any excuse for not trying. there is wind, there is sun, there is…

Notions 2: Love, as Elemental

of all the gifts given in silence, love proves most mutable perhaps love is water those who ascribe to it fire have to own, love takes air, dizzyingly but say love is earth both clay and vessel made and shattered ground down to powder renewed by water, air and fire and its own sweet irrepressible,…

Day 24: River of Fire

In 1984, in the dark, on the backroad up from Emerson Trail, if you need to know exactly, we saw fire in the sky. my brother and i U2 hammering a yowl about A Sort of Homecoming i saw the coming time, when i would finally go around that big bend in the highway and fly out…

The Drunken Bicycles

The drunken bicycles off Kiamachi green zen flag weeds   And there, below the High Level Bridge shopping carts slow migratory chevrons   In every heart a notch where first rays light in every single heart   This was my river while your eyes watched the water this was my river frozen still will spring…