moss and sunbeams hatch and alt -ernate across the pine unfinished and still holding the rain I’ve forgotten kept me from staying awake last night Related articles Rocking Stone(tinhouse.com) The Cemetery Dream(nybooks.com)
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I blinked and spent an hour trying to find, again, the angle that let me see only bright green and emerald and pine and evergreen without a gap of gray or dark or paler clouds rain must have rearranged needles…
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that cat lifts the sun to my hand; he gathered it in his bituminous fur and now he stretches on his back legs—up—to be caressed Related articles The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast Language of Words(themillions.com) The Ruth Stone…
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blue still sky between white systems of condensation as blue ing of the white dog signs dis appearance of direct sunlight and Related articles The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast Language of Words(themillions.com) Bringing John Wieners Back: Revisiting 707…
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still raining still damp the edges of a cat ‘s wet fur already shed from black to sable as if summer waited above the grey Related articles National Poetry Month Is Here Again!(poetryfoundation.org) Gerry McFarland(kathleenflenniken.com)
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sun slants on a white dog blinking into sleep in the moment the cold cloud shades the sun his fur is still not gray Related articles small stones – The final day of the Challenge(writingourwayhome.com) small stone Day Twenty-Nine –…