Zuni II
fire ants make orbits and mounds
enter seek hidden breath
hidden breath and holding
tenderness of tenders in the nursery
the amazed living follicle breath
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this is the festival of the changing of the light
at the window, the child looks out
somewhere else, not here,
another moon, else, greening,
and the light keeps altering,
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horse at breath
The light comes from somewhere,
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Wintermind
Now winter. Fallen leaves still on the walk. We stand talking in the road, kicking leafpiles to see them fly, then wander down to the river. This cruel wind. No hat on, the drizzle soaks my head, hair in my eyes, drops going down the back of my collar. Spinning red maples fall over in brash display, scuff and shatter. The sky glooms and lowers. Somewhere I lost my way.
rain turns to wet snow
When the singer died, I was in the desert. Canyons filled with light, fresh snow, sublime tender evergreens. The silence deepened by memories, now that you've gone. Then, an echo of jays. Looking up, turkey vultures circled over dry arroyos, red earth broken by snow patches. Looking down, even the chollo seemed hunched over. Will we ever play again together? Perhaps in the western lands, beyond the sea.
guitar of dead leaves
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Art Durkee's blog is at http://artdurkee.blogspot.com/
USA
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