December 19, 2003

Puggy

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December 09, 2003

The World Tree

My eyes aboard your massive beauty crane
to scan your tangled trellis, sprouting a
thousand green sails on your wing leaf mane.
You may as well be Yggsdrasil with squirrels gay
and romping root to root, messengers afoot.
The dirt in your endless cracking scars like soot
or rather jewels that feed the living from the dead.

I envy you, erected like a wood-carved fortress,
framing the outskirts of a certain upstate yard.
Your stalks, covered in life traipsing through your grooves profess
a kind of worldliness I cannot name, for lack of worthy words.

You bask in shreds of calm and strife
etching aged boughs against the graying light

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The Hawk Among the Races

Like a stone castle to its base
he is bound to the branch,
they watch

the billion synchronized eyes staring up
for that gnarly mantle
on which he sits

chest high, he meets their massive
gaze through wayward limbs
and contemplates

messages in foreign tongues,
as their breaths deepen ,
and the stillness among them
rises

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Abstract Snow Day

Small boy	mitten-clad	shuffles feet	in wall niche
Outside	snow digs 	deeply 
 
Upstairs	firewall	painterly 	artist's loft
ponders 	wounded squirrel-man


Outside 	snow digs 	deeply

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The Rising

A raw morning awakens,
dewy and irritable,
to the gradual holler of
the crisp yellow shell.
The fire is lit and beneath
the seat of the grass
the ground wriggles,
beckoned by beak and claw,
set off by the rising.

Green blades are shining
high above the march of
miniature armies screaming
barely
audible
cadences.

And everywhere everyone bites down
as Earth
brandishes her beauty

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