the light
enough of it now
to be a tree
March 2014
bloodbeat moon —
a haka breaks down
resistance
bloodbeat moon —
ancestral visions writhe
through the rap
nevernight —
somewhere a bird calls
or not
no birth cry
from the surgical bowl:
bitter spring
autumn decay . . .
I measure the half life
of her smile
almsgiving —
solar panels reflect
the night moon
from beyond
a candle flickers
with beyond
autumn dawns —
all the absence
still to be
wind change —
morning passes by
belly up
Gaudete Sunday —
the ciborium so full
within the darkness
summer idyll —
a wild strawberry bobs
on her belly
after love
moonlight blurs
our edges
star stream . . .
the road within
darkens
leftover
drone of cicadas . . .
shopping mall
river fog . . .
the heart of darkness
overspills
autumn sky
darkness enters
the leaves
death march!
first quarter moon
in autumn
pre-born moon —
the sea swells up
in darkness
hush . . .
a leaf is loosening
its grip
Ash Wednesday —
a first rain dampens
graveside dust
across the score
a cicada's
last note
drawn out scrawl
of a late cicada
on the canvas
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