solstice
taking a break from writing my holiday cards
raccoons chatter beneath the pines
as i smoke, the rain seeps in through worn-out shoe-soles
i just can’t give them up
taking a break from writing my holiday cards
raccoons chatter beneath the pines
as i smoke, the rain seeps in through worn-out shoe-soles
i just can’t give them up
in all matters of interpretation of this instrument, whenever necessary to give effect
to any provision of this instrument, the masculine shall include
the feminine and neuter, and vice versa, the singular shall include the plural,
and the plural shall include the singular.
to all my relations: i hear you- (in the trains
that call to one another; in the
leaves, tenacious, yellowing; in the car horns)-
and offer my breath to the choir
the masters were wise. they waited for insight to write
their poems. i’m not so patient. i see
the moon, reflected in the river, and race to describe
the cicadas that tickle my eardrums
if you only read poems that others think are famous
it’s like watching tv to learn about life
most of what’s important’s not exciting
the moon: not half-empty, not half-full