clouds linger
on Pistol Ridge –
rain dots the Elwah
~
two old frogs
cross the street
to Charlie's Tavern
~
a sunlight shard
crosses the kitchen
with the old cat
~
a plum blossom
catches a gusty –
a delicate scent scatters
~
a plume of dust
on Stinkingwater Desert –
wheels and feet
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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5 comments:
This breaks open my heart. Beautiful.
This bursts with imagery...absolutely gorgeous.
A lovely surge of movement.
Nostalgia and immediacy slow dance together in your poems.
sparce scenes aching with remembrance. consecrated in time.
lovely.
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