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December At Yase
You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."
Four Poems For Robin
Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest

I slept under rhododendron
All nightblossoms fell
Hay For The Horses
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
For Lew Welch In A Snowfall
Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you. Your poems, your life.
There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty
There are those who love to get dirty
and fix things.
They drink coffee at dawn,
beer after work,
For/From Lew
Lew Welch just turned up one day,
live as you and me. "Damn, Lew" I said,
"you didn't shoot yourself after all."
"Yes I did" he said,
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In coice of place, set
Hitch Haiku
They didn't hire him
so he ate his lunch alone:
the noon whistle
For The Children
The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us,
the steep climb
Endless Streams and Mountains
Ch'i Shan Wu Chin
Clearing the mind and sliding in
to that created space,
a web of waters steaming over rocks,

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