The past is longer than the future can be. Winters
are now limited, as are the beautiful mild and temperate
days of May.
My personal calendar has switched from notching months or weeks.
Years now represent decades. All the holidays fade toward permanent
Nothing of bad measure becomes an unexpected surprise.
Wild women or forward men are no longer even incidents
that did not happen to another. Society itself has become
an idiot child, pablummed and cooing, diaper full.
Money a wish for more than less, wanting with it the
benefits of better health and food, less stress, even friends.
You know who’s speaking, should you so choose.
Under that snow, poised for flight; that pile of clothes, the vanished
take refuge in plain sight among the fiercely knowledgeable.
Look closely. They leave nothing whether they remain, or go.
- excerpt from IN RIPARIAN FIELDS 162 pages, $16.99
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