a link . . .

http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/mind-mouth-page-13-introduction-to.html

a single set of tracks vanish the sound of the waves and nothing more

even the sycamore

has nothing more to say

midday heat

between each cloud

the perfect amount of blue

endless prairie sky

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letting go
of the paths not chosen
winter wind
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night edging the meadow a child vanishes into fireflies
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finding her sweet spot --
the clematis quivers
at the butterflys touch
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in our pots and pans
the bang and clang
of words unsaid
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for a moment
I too am cricket song
summer twilight
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everything sacred in this morning light butterfly’s wobbly path
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the steeple first
emerges from the fog
winter’s end
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rivers edge / the stone I tossed yesterday / at my feet
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the old shed
surrenders to bamboo
all-day rain
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momrecoilingthesnakecageempty
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in the dream the stirring
of my own chains wakens me
this endless winter night
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the spinning top
falters
midsummer dusk
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all the sky
in the kite string
osprey’s cry
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the smallest branch
trembles at its leaving
gibbous moon
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the crows speak of it
before it arrives
distant thunder
.
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emptying myself
of stones
river’s edge
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