Chas Weeden Poems

There is no more car, no more home;
No more boat, nor jewelry;
There is no better game, no better food,
No better clothes, nor finery.
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Ineffable -
Still I write these lines
trite.
A scaffold of words
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The Kelty one-man tent flaps face Ritter
The night is me and the Sierran darkness
As no moon reflects upon the granite
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In 762, Li Po drowned after falling into a lake
trying to embrace the reflection of the moon.

Li Po, it is just a reflection -
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Reaching out to infinitude
when words have come to an end.
Yan Yu
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Alone, I camp below Cathedral Peak -

God, I know you're not whom we say you are
and you should have a good case for slander -
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"Just a minute, can't we finish this game,
We may set a record for gold coins claimed, "
Say them to your offer of trowel and seeds -
"Oh, no, I'm dead, another game, please! "
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I pause to listen to the silence -
I am one with the million befores
and the afters and at great peace
amid the soundless, immense harmonies.
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The night is warm and her flowers in bloom
A chance to dispatch our covid'd gloom;
Old friends together, our drinks too well known
A chance to catch up instead of alone.
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Three days and topo,
Drawn circle to stay
Within; can't
Encounter another.
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