All You See Is Grass: A Poem

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All You See Is Grass

 

The discovery, of course,

never finished:

the milkweed, the current, the glint

of red in grass

when light lengthens

over hillsides

and then, with a shudder,

goes out.

 

Here, the birdsong, There the bones—

The plow with all the rest of the rust.

 

Old hands finger threads

of memories

buried somewhere

in the grass:

This dugout, That homestead,

But all you see

is grass.

 

 

Encounter: A poem

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Encounter

Morning arrives

     blanketed in snow.

Unbidden, I wake to see

small clouds of breath

erupt from the nose

of a deer— I assume

his eyelashes

   are coated in ice.

We take these victories

   of life

         in stride,

             move our feet

       through the snow,

     marvel at the bulkiness

       of our tracks

compared to the sharp perfect

punctures of the deer’s

   in the new snow—

       Pour the coffee,

                       begin.


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