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moonglow . . .
a thousand jellyfish
in an ocean of sky
a slate sky
knows the calligraphy
of trees
at the jubilee
bohemian waxwings
eating cherries
white bells
ringing the changes
lily of the valley
pussywillows
the swollen bellies
of feral cats
night drive . . .
a deer leaps over
the moon
on the tundra
caging a winter sky
caribou bones
transplanted . . .
a bleeding heart
in the surgeon's garden
red-tailed hawk
on a telephone pole . . .
the prairie listens
blood-veined leaf
on your upturned palm . . .
these life lines
broken spider web
drifting between the roses
you caress my face
at dock's end
a yellow ladder
steps in sky
asteroids
collide and shatter
in silence
you taught me to speak
with interplanetary lies
small songs
rolling off your tongue
like fog
weaving between the bones
of my heart
grandmother's
tarnished teaspoon
stirs memories
in bittersweet cups
I swallow her tears
slipping between
midnight's torn pages
the morning
rewrites our story
in slanting light
grandmother's
tarnished teaspoon
stirs memories
in bittersweet cups
I swallow her tears
slipping between
midnight's torn pages
the morning
rewrites our story
in slanting light
a starling
m u m u r a t i o n
sifting the sky
she recalls the moment
her life changed shape
the lake's black skin
tattooed with starlight
and aurora
remember that night we dipped
ink-stained hands into the moon
they called us
to collect her things
not knowing
what to do with her teeth
we left her smile in the trash
the seeds
of forget-me-nots
I planted
in her mind's wilted garden
could not recall her blooming
sister
of the earth
you sang to me
until harmony
sprouted on my tongue
blue glacier
calving into the narrows
a bloodless birth
our letting go of progeny
that too soon drift away
on father's coffin
the cowboy hat and polished boots
of a prairie Gael
the skirling pipes
that sing him home
at the stoplight
she squeegees
car windows
her scrawny arms tattooed
with poetry and addiction
when I began
to lose my hair
I wove
a shirt of myself
for your shroud
blood moon
and dwarf star
how red
the dimming day
settling in your hair
gardening
in the hat you gave me
I am undone
by faded ribbons
and the scent of lilies
with ink stick
and wolf hair brush
on rice paper
I paint the unlikeliness
of my married name
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