Lansing Day Poems

Carefree in leisure time, one blasé tourist,
almost happy, I once had collected a complicated stone;
after the sunny hours had ended and last opportunity
for keepsakes began.
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when everything everywhere
whispered in irresistible languages

hey you there
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You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.

I need not ask.
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On the low-flung periphery of the salt marsh bay,
near the twisted beach, an eddy-

Sun low with the tide going up
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What we have named Fire Escape
(an ordered, angular tangle of ladders and rail)
had made picture geometries in my west window
well-framed and flat--set foreground and background
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a tick of your distant heart
and for me the wheels go spinning

golden spires in evening breeze dip
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Today my walking seemed steady enough.
Considering the truth of flash, it's amazing anything
can stand.
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Last night I believed I saw three Witch Beings
relent and cast down from their winter moon
Orpheus, free riding.
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Who would have guessed — when I tilted my heart
toward baby lizard, perched on a colored desert stone,

she'd blink one eye at me, turn to smile, it seemed,
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EXHALE

There is no end to my exhale;
flowering emptiness filling me, infinitely.
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