Cape Meares
Rubber band of sleep
tight across my eyes
I wake to ocean lights
like stars, work of a boat,
or farther, pin-lamp of ship.
Tide, the gray-haired
waves comb toward …
Poetry
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Midwest November
I breathe differently up here.
The wind across the river is busy
with commerce and worship, columns
at my doors. Rooms from the upper cityin my veins, in my bones …
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Easily Written Poem
After Yun Dong-ju
From the floor of my room in a foreign land. Morning breaks open
with newspapers, each one with terrible promises
of deportation and imprisonment … -
In all the pretty roam
& you take me to the field’s heart,
all golden & consumed, This is not
yours; you take me to the house
doubling over on itself; we wade
ditch grasses … -
One Storysinger, 1990
That cloud: a white, fluffy boxing glove.
The amputated man that sits on the seat
of the cliff: I am afraid he is in ecstasy.He stole a spandex dress …
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July
Fry an egg on the sidewalk
Burn your feet in the sand
The waves are massive, the arms get tan.Watermelon is mealy; sorry, I don’t like it
Nor the cake … -
The Jewel of the Himalaya
It’s not the gemstones or fossils
Sold to tourists and museums
Says Sherpa Lhamu of Dingboche.
Not even Dalh Baht that keeps us
Nepalese nimble like mountain goats.
The West … -
Frost at Daybreak, April 15
“When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park
we saw a few daffodils close to the water side. We fancied -
Pop Goes the World
We drove to Tucson in the cuspy light
of a morning moon—
caraway seed, eyelash,
lemon zest over mountains we knew
were there but couldn’t see.My daughter sang
all through … -
Ricochet
Sometimes the surprise arrives with four boys dressed as crows
Parting winter streets and a light that levitates cement and palm
After the long rains cease and the air begins … -
As by Flare or Reflection
Glass brings consequences—
the sea, a black sermon,the well-lit car rendering
too much promise,the inside made contrary
and strange. His mother cradles himbut he fusses and won’t sleep,
the … -
Proof (3)
They are spirited, drunk on love. They will float or sink; it’s all in their specific gravity. How much sweetness and light can yeast convert? Session is a matter of …