Sunday, August 1, 2010

2 Untitled (little) new ones

The bridge wild, its boards shook
as I walked out, unable to look
On ground On ground

Angels with lanterns passed in corners
of my eyes as I sang, found
earth inside, unshaken

Walked out, across water
where moon that night, I couldn’t stop
to see, not with all the shaking


To feel the Earth, pulse
inside your socks, wild creature,
open your palms: sky them up

That clean light pours, You—
ancient comer, are you in favor
of turning it on high—
Your spirit that knows it’s time

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