Craig Steiger Poems

It is enough that the world
Takes me for its own
Gathers me in dark woods
By rock creeks
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With his piddling bow
He comes to the range
To approach that inner meridian
That makes him one
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Behold the blue sea-swell

That lifts itself a glass morning
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This American manhood,
Aren't we just the toast of the earth
With our muscular SUVs
And SuperDuty trucks,
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I too sifted
Down the dark seductions of life,
Lacerated by faint perfumes
In sundown hallways,
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The cat stuck high in the tree

Will surely be the death of me
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A full moon rises huge & yellow

Over great tracts of tundra
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You juss' a throwback
Poor poet hackysack

Your chromosomes don't jibe
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The wayward squirrel
Who lingers in morning sun
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A date with death
On the high Wyoming plains
Premonition in dreams,
December when the ground lay bare
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