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Soft, Claw, Retract, Open, Fold

4/29/2020

We don't always need words. Maybe don't even want them. Still, what multiplicity of story in a single moment.

Light slides in

4/23/2020

Light slides in
from the east.
Time's temperature
cools the bright
April air.
Pandemic is a
noisy word.
Do not spend the whole day
thinking
your shadow
is there.
But don't spend it
thinking
it's not.

Where you are
is now
and then
you're the next step
and then where you
were was there
May we unfurl
with grace and
fortitude
This was the morning sun
This morning
This
Curl from the fur
Word from the image
There is no difference
Any way you see it
is love

Accommodation

4/20/2020

From a tree
this section
no bigger
than my hand
From a tree
whose circum-
ference
it would take four
maybe five
people's outstretched arms
to circle
From a tree
grown so tall
one day
we moved
the peonies
to the west side of the house
for the unobstructed
sun
Room for all
if we pay
close enough
attention

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