windrag : poetry : journal

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qualities

dishonest, like an electron microscope.
weak, like water, spiderweb.
hateful, like a hand outstretched in friendship.
greedy, like the moon.

bike to work day

thousand-foot climb to the temple. perfumed flowers
line the path. no coming, no going.
on being passed by a runner near temescal park:
flogging body and mind

sauerkraut

who faults you, cabbage, when you’re sweet and young
nourishing, tractable, inoffensive.
but salt, darkness and time bring out your wisdom,
the sting of life, the critics.

good company

old friends, old vine grenacha, ratatouille.
old tongues return to poets of old.
we quote from memory, and when that fails us,
there’s project gutenburg!

q

sleep
soon
train
now