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 Aug 2022 Cliff Perkins
sgail
i have a screech owl in my ear
on midwest backroads
with the german shepherds chasing me
where we last drove
your mother's white pontiac

your hand on my upper leg  
you would deny any of that

you hold me by the neck
at the edge of the world  
my gut feels like I left it back in Ohio

you leave me there
at the edge of the world
 Jul 2022 Cliff Perkins
Özcan Sh
I wish
her scars were on my heart
and not on her arms.
 Jan 2022 Cliff Perkins
clmathew
~white clouds nesting dark rocks
—Cold Mountain, The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain

Dark rocks
written November 7th, 2021

Dark rocks rest
in a river bed
as rushing water
froths white in agitation
over their dark peaceful presence.

Dark rocks steadfastly witness
fish tails flickering
velvet deer noses drinking
and cicadas singing
as the moon sets
and the sun rises.

Nothing is lost.
Nothing is wasted.
All is known and seen
somewhere
in the depths
by dark rocks
resting.
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
The  cold wind slapped me
In the face
And brought me
To my senses
Such activity in
The early morning
Grey
Two unexpected gulls
Just enjoying the sky
Dancing over the lake
Taking a bow
Dipping in the
Cold water
For curtain closes
A baby cardinal
Calling in the sky
One two three testing
Her vocal chords
And the resounding
Of birds
Answering her call
Dark purples and grays
Line the sky
And  the movement
Of the lake quickens
Stillness all around
Peace overflowing
I'm no longer cold
Nature has warmed
My heart
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