fertile/faint

March 18, 2012

“Faint fumes of confusion”

is warranted as a title,

entitled, for a forward

to a body of work about:

highland trails, thorough haze,

brash dense brush, broken fences,

rainy bald boulders, wildflowers,

sunlight threads, down onto mosses,

log lichen, mushrooms.

And as sea fog works so as a grey god’s cloaks,

far mountains are fathers.

Clinky silver rivulets

where waterbugs & yellow leaves

float off.   I can’t.

I’ve rolled off

my fertile sheets.

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(taken from long ago)

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