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- Two Clouds Before Sleep
[after a sunset]
A cloud moved, the tail of it could not keep up. Faintly
pressing into sky slowly, like creeping Spring
and the crumbling of time between two fingers.
I saw a falling shade of blue, a Sycamore, and two
bats feeding on a shifting plague. They circled about without tiring and without pause, while nearby
birds sat silent until [...]
- Remembering Centennial
[For Chris Tolles]
Chiseling away at the fallen Solomon branch
atop a dry peak, sweat wiped
away with golden leaves. Crooked sunlight breaking
through the gap while I, the carver, force
an improvised monument to carry his
name with chrystal joy across the lake below.
He has walked across this water
before, whispering crowd. Eternally
unmoving, now moved, and after an hour
of [...]
