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mysterious mist

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Snow is a coffin

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Quietly inscribe your enchanted heart
like a simple tattoo
on the shoulder of God.

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Electricity loses the will to live in winter time.

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Melting Snow

Melting snow lies hollow-eyed
and ill tempered.
Staring up at the sun.
How foolish was the snow?
To have wasted its precious life
waiting for winter.
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The Rainbow Repairman
For Mrs Alphabet

Who’s up early each and every morning
patching up holes
and fixing up old
used rainbows?
Buckets of paint filled with someday morning.
It’s hard to explain
but wishing for rain
brings rainbows.
The rainbow repairman
weaving the sky in his loom.
The rainbow repairman
chasing the blues
and turning the greens into dreams.
On a ladder long as time he’s working
painting [...]

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THE LAST SQUARE DANCE
The square dance at Shamrock was an affair of the heart.
Doomed to desertion.
Now creaking doors and blowing sand
sing country western at the Shamrock Club.
One last square dance for Carl.
When I first met Carl he was a different breed
a quarter-man
where a thoroughbred had been.
He said he punched a few cows as a [...]

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Migrations
In the meadows above timberline
little rivers flow
from melting snow on granite,
looking not unlike
the lights of town.
Only jets fly here
and trains of Canada geese
going home.
Silver wings turned gold
from the days setting sun.
Firing homeward through low pressure zones,
dancing
with each sweep of wings.
Slipstreaming
in perfect northern flight.
How the nights must linger on
for sleepy honkers and creaking jet liners.

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