On Six Lines From Rumi's "Night and Sleep"
Cowbells and shadows. The innocent evenings.
poetry
How Difficult It is to Remain Buried
How difficult it is to remain buried
Jam
It trickles slowly, liek a scowl, like patience or mockery, layers
On the Eve of Return to Hamelin
On stilts in the metro of a Friday
Windows
Sometimes it is the nakedness
Burden
It measure her care; this far she will carry
Sackville return
Relaarning how to squint into a rural horizon
Black Bough, Almost Spring
the snow has touched each branch, and held.
Wintering
She decides her body is decaying: fingernails bitten back
Gull Rock Fissure Wein, Keweenaw County
East side of Grand Marais Harbour, quarter mile into Lake Superior
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