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Archive for the category “Nature”

Looking for Christopher Robin


for Aubrey Jean Mayer

We start naming things
out of the clear blue sky
that oak tree is a monkey spider
the park bench
a Tyrannosaurus Rex

I tell you I’m older than those
hills like white elephants
but you shake your head
and say no way
and I say yes way
and you say no way Jose

She says she loves
puzzles & trains whistles
and I say yes I know
walking hand in hand
further inside the
Hundred Acre Wood





july two thousand twenty-one
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the quiet earth


the ocean pulls back
& the moon
wanes
unattended smoldering
slowly advancing


call it a slow burn
if you will
call it a cleansing
a purging
fire on the water
strangely inviting

the earth has never
been this quiet
the airwaves nearly vacant
except for what
the stars
& the quasars giveth




june two thousand twenty-one
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lost in late june


it’s late but not that late
the sun nowhere in sight
little ones out back yelling
where did it go
where did it go


nobody knows where the
butterflies went
chased away by roman candles
someone did say
someone did say

lost in deep thought
trapping stars in glass jars
smaller than fireflies
falling from the sky
falling from the sky




june two thousand twenty-one
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outside of the foothold


mushroom hunting & collecting
stones on a sunny
sunday morning

the river runs through this place
you can hear it from
a mile or so away
you can feel it in your veins
your eyes gradually
become clearer

the stones go in the satchel
the mushrooms
in a bucket
luckily either are easier to find
this time around

some of the trails have
started to fill in from lack of
human footsteps
this place slowly becoming
scarier than it seems




april two thousand twenty-one
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tripping on a wire


we’re going back to nature
cooking up our own microdoses
bringing our senses back to life

the city is finally far away
having left by way of high wire
after arriving looking up
to my old-time friends
teaching me to breathe (again)

there is much to be found
at eye level & on hands & knees
recipe in tow
& delicate ingredients
at my fingertips




april two thousand twenty-one
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one thing leads to another


let me see
let me gather my thoughts
like I gather flowers in the garden
one precise cut at a time


there is something on my mind
it lingers like a ghost
on the shady side of the garden
I sit & wait for it to edge closer

some days are easier
than others
that is widely known
and those that are not
drop hints & clues along the way
a subtle progression
that keeps me wanting more




april two thousand twenty-one
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something borrowed & blue


the bluebells were transplanted
long ago & they’ve been through
their ups & downs

you could say they were borrowed
and never returned
living & dying lo these many years
sometimes posing
other times shying away
as if not caring to be seen




march two thousand twenty-one
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here I come again


march unleashed the lion
and suddenly everyone
started breathing again

it won’t be long though
before she’s dead & gone
naturally replaced by
wildflowers & pollinators




march two thousand twenty-one
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white lantern


how do I go from here
now that the waxing gibbous
is nearly full
stealing my thoughts
and making me motionless

she is a glorious pale melon
rising above the whiteness
that is winter
saying look at me look at me
I am as cold as cold can be

bright like a lantern
on a visibly cloudless night
she exposes my
somber & aimless thoughts
my body warm & spellbound




january two thousand twenty-one
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perennial favorites


how many have you killed
through no fault of your own
or brought back to life
with your own hands


each & every one adorable
in their own peculiar way
like a rescue dog
or adopted child
blindly trusting
in your god-like eyes

no thanks to you
they grow stronger year
after year
especially once
seeing them through
the worst of times




december two thousand twenty
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to the flowers of the forest


I’ve confronted death before
or was it vice versa
I do not recall

I remember being unafraid
and to the trees surrounding me
I said you will be my witness

then the north wind did blow
aiding me to my feet
and it was at that moment
I began to understand
the silence of the woods

the heart never truly heals
it simply seeks to regenerate
like the flora of the forest




november two thousand twenty
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the standing dead


they may be dead by definition
but on all other terms
provide growth opportunities
for termites & beatles & ants
molds & mildews & mushrooms

the attraction is powerful
creatures with or without wings
drilling & boring & hammering
building new homes from scratch
or renovating abandoned ones

grey ghosts now centuries old
skyscrapers taller than ever
actively contributing
to the smorgasbord of life
perhaps more vital than before




november two thousand twenty
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Side by side


So it’s come to this
the will versus the way
your mind can’t possibly
comprehend
though you’re dying to know

[it’s not difficult
harnessing a dragonfly
you merely need a reason
and the will]

Please be mindful
everything is repetitive
call it circles or cycles
the natural circumstance
of all ordinary things

But the flesh is not ordinary
and once removed
exposes the slightest of flaws
each turned back into the earth
alongside the easter lilies




november two thousand twenty
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coming down from the high


it’s a few minutes past november
and already I’m bracing for the calm

at some point I won’t be able to speak
the obvious truth
having already crossed the golden bridge
standing & waiting on the other side

in the meanwhile I continue my research
attempting to prognosticate
(with a little help from la niña)
how this very november
will be remembered
long after the first day or spring




november two thousand twenty
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darker half


at this very moment
it’s a new day
the last october sun
completely below the horizon
giving way to the harvest moon
swiftly rising in the east

high winds play havoc
with anything with wings
forcing cirrus clouds
to come & go easily
pushing & pulling them
past the bodies of the sky

anything’s possible
over the next twenty-four
dawn turning to dusk
a reminder of what once shined
is now buried in the earth
at least until the equinox




october two thousand twenty
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death by night & day


there’s a storm in the offing
eying to replace the warm november sun
stone cold vengeance slowly moving in

spring long gone & summer faded
what wickedness comes this way
unstoppable death fast approaching

hunker down but remain vigilant
fear not the influence of faraway stars
steering you artfully well into february




october two thousand twenty
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