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YAWP






she moves again
sings subsonic
in creasing rumbles

her coastal cliffs
slip dusty billows
turn surf raw umber

pulses miles inland
her hills undulate
domino topple down

lost angel falls
breaks into flotsam
in torn crumpled gown

she comes undone
roils and sinks
quakes and unfurls

waves tumble remains
scatter her on new beaches
Arizona whirls



2001






the part we are



the part
of ourselves
of uniqueness
no matter how different
is a part of everything

you know that part

original and so one-of-a-kind
from all the rest

we can be complete
and at peace
and integral
instead of down
and desparado
or eyebrow arching aloof

if

the part we are
of all of us

the part we are
of all of us

connects

well, at least a few times
before the final disconnection.


2001









































moth holes of heaven



arm up with cloak
the dark stranger came
to dull sweep the land.

with shadows wild racing,
his gloom reached out wide
to crush out the light.

in soot covered gloves
he brushed horizons of gleam
right off the edge.

of moves large and silent
in unwrinkled coal velvet
they danced in the dim.

the moth holes of heaven
trembled and waltzed
in slow vivid cape dance.

blazes danced endless
but nowhere in sight
my favorite star,

until morning light.



2001