5.24.2015
you can tell
the feral
cats
their noses
are all
torn
from the
battle.
just like us.
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5.24.2015
you can tell
the feral
cats
their noses
are all
torn
from the
battle.
just like us.
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5.22.2015
slice eggplant and quarter
ditto sweet onion,
then bask in the aromas
minute decisions
garlic, shitake mushroom,
salt, pepper,
olive oil
whatever else feels like
it might work in
nicely
small tangible pleasures
on the way.
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5.21.2015
virgin forests look
more primitive
than imagined
underbrush, decaying
old lives, vibrant new
answering only
to the push of life
within them, feral
anything.
the beast looks
steadily into our
eyes
up here everything
is king of its own
domain.
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5.20.2105
I’ve been up
for two hours
sitting in my pajamas
with a bowl of cheerios
in my hand
and a blank stare.
there must be
something
in the air.
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5.18.2015
a shower, a glass of
wine and a great
dinner.
what more could you ask?
Andy Griffith on
channel four.
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5.19.2015
fine mist sprays
a turn of head and
the arc of sky opens
rainbow
above the trees
down into laval scrub
it sings of pots of
gold.
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5.17.2015
a day with her,
no agenda,
is joy,
comfort,
serenity.
mahalo, breath of life.
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5.16.2015
I move slowly
so as to not scare
a move.
last week they
brawled, yowled
careened
in a death match
today with soft breezes
and bird songs above
they loll
within feet of
each other
one a hind leg
lifted overhead
for carefree cleaning
the other rolling
onto his back in the sun
legs akimbo.
clearly settlement
has been reached.
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5.14.2015
driving in the car
climate slip by,
rain forest, desert,
ranchland, town
the island’s variety
moves within
moments
while our bodies
float between
eras.
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5.14.2015
the explorer is
the person who
knows when
it is time
to come back out
of the cave.
the other guy
is called
a dead guy.
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