sun dial

This far north the sun
rolls all day around the horizon
marking North with a little dip
at midnight: sunset and sunrise
hide away like young lovers
with little chance to meet.

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slow sleep of stones

These flat pink sedimentary stones
that I place in this curving path
form a jigsaw puzzle born millennia ago
in the bottom of an alien sea,
gathered from a quarry and stacked
on a pallet a few years ago
so I could solve the story told
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head space

Interviews can be so interesting if you are not used to them. I was interviewed today by a charming young woman who asked me what head space I had to be in to write poetry. That led to this . . .

The steam shovel
in the glass case
at the midway
is designed
to tempt
to promise
but not to deliver.

One day Tiger Continue reading

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