her surprise at being alive
stumbled across a GREAT MYSTERY
filled in the clay jar/put the genie back in the bottle
refreshed her computer
and pretended this never happened
farmer i know(old,drought heart
dried up waterhole,contemplates
clarity or clouds?
junk bird grackles
junk trees =arizona ash/crepe myrtle
junk mail spam
and tomorrow's trash empties again
your wife died
so you left her voice
that welcomes others
to remember her.(two
points of pilgrimage=work,
pain,ritual,death,rebirth,waking up
to endless recycling
companion animals pose no threat
to we who are one
the smell of bakeries
sells houses like lemons
used to sit in the waters
on a beach made for one-
solitary non-confinement
elders lived in caves
until we internalized them
Anonymous ,in the Cafe
cup of silence in his eyes
watches Windows(signs of life
word falls like arrow short of target
yet you know and understand
you read body language
Translate me.
Myth meets ignorance @GOOGLE
"Haven't we met before?Wikipedia?"
Coal has gone(apart from Fourth World
Forests,too.Now we make wood stories
to burn emptiness
Defer death.Time payments.Delay spiritual bankruptcy
until the Sheriff places a lien on your lying.
Aloneness slices us apart(earphones,ipod,PC,laptop
This today's text .Instant mess/aging
came in half way through.Missed birth/re-
now have to figure what the storyline means
elders,ending.we,witnessing
strive for separation/emulation.
it is the nature of..
learning this (lifetimes)
even Nature changes..
music used to soothe(now sedates
familiar as programing/easy non-listening
comparisons essential-shopping (for experiences
we compare stained souls and laundered funds
husbands bend /buckle./ weights
they slim stick figure age
as stacks of firewood upon their grave.
long living women reminesce
about counted ringed husbands
the faces they slap on(archaeology
reveal more via layers
gods have different stories.
we should know
we wrote them!
FOR THE GREAT FIRES OF JACK GILBERT
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