March 2008
11 posts
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Through blue silk, her thigh,
Brushed by the back of my hand,
Scorched in memory.
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In dreams I prowl
Through streets and dark corridors
Stalking my sweet prey.
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The only difference
Between me and green lizards:
I nap in the shade.
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If you ford the stream,
I’ll follow the trail for a while.
We’ll both be home soon.
[A death poem written for an old friend.]
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“Squatting by the road
Peeing under the moon light
What could be better”
– By my lovely daughters Sent via BlackBerry from New Zealand
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In a woods near home
Overnight tenting alone
Dogs so bored they leave
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Deep in winter woods
Pitched camp on a level spot
Like any other
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After the night storm Morning sunlit puddles glint Down the winter trail
