I.
From the very distance of my soul fathomless like the sea but sad like the dry creek embedded between the desert's rolling dunes,
I have risen here to place my light upon the bright and shining hill of the fertile peace and noble solitude of my finest days. And, here I stand.
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We have seen the potter’s tale hidden
in the ashes of dying stars,
dreamed of snow and sky
and a land where the great scale pan
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I purposely slip into the state I call cave dwelling.
Simplify by hiding behind the blue speaker on my desk.
I conjure my inner renegades—
The Who screams, “We won’t get fooled again.”
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Darkness courts the moon
and the day adores the sun.
But the sound of the mad bard
is a lunatic’s clamor in the wind
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Elegy to a Kurdish father
for Ekim Erdogan
Alone in a green meadow I pray,
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You kept looking—
at the coffee shop next to your cinnamon mocha,
behind the flashing red light on your Blackberry,
perhaps hidden in magic ink on one of your latest diplomas.
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"When you expect the world to end at any moment, you know there is no need to hurry. You take your time, you do your work well." ― Thomas Merton
And then quick silver in the sky—
he walked before those clouds. He could not catch them
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I cleaned until the windows sparkled,
now everyone can see
how blue the ocean is at Crystal Cove.
I made sure the jardinero cut
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She is the girl with hair two shades redder than a pecan pie. She is the girl with whom
I want to yarn a twisting reverie of a lazy southern moon, slung flush on the horizon like a long and rising sun.
It is late summer and the air is still sticky as an old swamp ghost. Frogs and crickets
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