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unabraded
address the day

let light shake
and shadow stir

unknot it all
and watch everything

in the world
give into flame

dance relieved
and weightless

and breathe
and breathe
and breathe
untethered
the rain

taps incessantly
upon the surface

of the sea
smoothing the waves

calming the pull
of the tide

this is what
love feels like

the weight
of it

the drumming
of blood

percussive
through the corridors

flooding its way
to and from

the heart
where it hides

in quiet places
untethered
the rain

tapped incessantly
upon the surface

of the sea
smoothing the waves

calming the pull
of the tide


this is what love feels like


the weight
of it

the drumming
of the blood

percussive
through the corridors

flooding its way
to and from

the heart
where it hides

in quiet places
dead leaves are wind kicked
that dry scrape of loneliness
i will wait for you
winter scrolling out
heavy snow a new canvas
ploughs push big brushes
skiing in the trees
the blue sky the only sound
slowly i float home
trip the thin red line
autumn pours onto the wind
i am i am i
this a moonless night
of black strings and crow feathers
who shall wear this shroud?
across the forest
a woodpecker taps a song
snow shadows of birds
two hawks circling
in and out of the thermals
a silent forest
swimming beyond shore
heavy rain flattens the sea
you helped me leave you
birdsong and woodsmoke
music that is deep within
the softest of notes
i followed the tracks
into the new forest snow
the unknown so close
autumn’s contrition
invites winter's forgiveness
white sweeps of penance
across the night sky
who is immune from the moon?
the snow ghosts might know
what did they expect
when the stone was moved  away
the secrets of death?
colors fall and fall
through all the hissing of things
autumn currency
we gust bright colors
a constellation of crows
calls out our prayers
a snow swept morning
the fox flames across the street
an orange brush stroke
the frogs sing loudly
in the flooded midnight fields
a quick end to sleep
over drifted stream
the snow bridge holds well for now
spring is so patient
the orange lanterns
filling up the night sky
so many souls rise
from behind the clouds
who are you really, dear moon?
one of life’s secrets
just before harvest
the rice patient in the fields
impossibly green
full moon sounds its bell
let the castles call the clouds
make me that promise
these winter trees sigh
midnight hangs the thinnest moon
comfortable dreams
the sun untethered
halfmoon hangs the morning sky
the blue light of snow
the sun yawns awake
tips of light touch the tree line
color in pieces
a wet monk running
his open umbrella
would much rather walk
a full winter moon
paints the snow as something else
beautiful blue light
the darkening sky
a dagger of lightning
cuts the night open
pink and orange clouds
the mountains too are aflame
things unreachable
deer tracks in the snow
forget what you think you know
enjoy being lost
soaking in onsen
slow ribbons of snow falling
embrace the timeless
hidden in a life
everything has a season
she is ascending
the snow is falling
a world i cannot catch
is right before me
the crow dropped the nut
braving oncoming traffic
it swoops just in time
the snow fills the sky
the river speaks its language
white with winter words
whiter than night snow
the melody of the moon
offers soft soul notes
cold the touch of it
remembering what was lost
a blade of grief
stale bits of bread crumbs
so careful not to step in
puddles of pigeons
all the fallen snow
comes to rest on the gravestones
colder grows the moon
so green and so blue
the same impossible colors
rice fields and the sky
what does the world do
whenever we’re not looking?
the blue sky smiles
snow filling the trees
so quickly and so quickly
a perfect silence
a restless night’s sleep
my first thought in the morning
our bed half empty
the rains have ended
night whispers its cooler words
you are my blanket
one set of footprints
walking in the wet sand
me without you
twice
it found its way

to our third-floor classroom
arriving shyly

hands in humble veneration
body bright green with grace

it glowed in the afternoon light
one morning

after the first touch of december
i found it

curled cold and flameless  
i held it

to the baptism of the rising sun
i offered it

one final step upon the wind
a perfect leaf drifting down

we make our way  
through the chaos of days

we seek
the sigh of trees
  
we long for moments  
in the listing sun
the melting snow
the playground is now flooded
with happy children
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