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Poetry Friday

ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood […]

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Poetry Friday

POEM [Your breath was shed] Your breath was shed Invisible to make About the soiled undead Night for my sake, A raining trail Intangible to them With biter’s tooth and tail And cobweb drum, A dark as deep My love as a round wave To hide the wolves of sleep And mask the grave.   — […]

Cycling

2011 Ride #1 (Back in the saddle)

View Ascent activity on 17-Jan-11 at 10:51AM in a larger map With apologies to Gene Autry: Back in the saddle again Spinning my legs like a fiend, Where the fixed-gear riders roll, On the goddamned chip seal roads. Oh, I’m back in the saddle again. Whoopi-ty-aye-oh! Rockin’ to and fro, Back in the saddle again. […]

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Poetry Friday

QUIETLY Lying here quietly beside you, My cheek against your firm, quiet thighs, The calm music of Boccherini Washing over us in the quiet, As the sun leaves the housetops and goes Out over the Pacific, quiet— So quiet the sun moves beyond us, So quiet as the sun always goes, So quiet, our bodies, […]

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Poetry Friday

A CROSSTOWN BREEZE A drift of wind when August wheeled brought back to mind an alfalfa field where green windrows bleached down to hay while storm clouds rose and rolled our way. With lighthearted strain in our pastoral agon we raced the rain with baler and wagon, driving each other to hold the turn out […]

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Poetry Friday

IN GENERAL This is about no rain in particular, just any rain, rain sounding on the roof, any roof, slate or wood, tin or clay or thatch, any rain among any trees, rain in soft, soundless accumulation, gathering rather than falling on the fir of juniper and cedar, on a lace-community of cobwebs, rain clicking […]