it's easy to waste hours staring @ clouds
days go by / & rain falls through sunshine
creates green that shines white
no these are not poetics / / those left
some time a go / now i just watch clouds / &
try to remind my self it's now the longest days of the year
& i'm not paying enough attention to the fact the days are longer
& can't you see how fast the grass is growing?
no / i can't see that / i'm lost between lilacs again
caught up in a storm of lily of the valley / i'm folding days
in to laundry / making time for another life to pass
so i go out side / look for another view /
some where clouds cleared / & brown puddles
wait to sink back in to / well it goes some thing like that
certainly one can see the stars now / if only to the tune
of water running off / down the mountain / / & in the back yard
moon /
always the moon
reminds me
how time / disappears like the day
sinks in to the blue mountains & i should be thinking
about these days more / longest days of the year
& i compare a late may nite with an early august nite
& where did the chill come from / & i was so certain it
warm not so long ago / & i remember
sinking in to his arms / just one more time
up stairs / he forgets i ever sunk in to / away from
him / & these children consume us / become who we are not
& i could just walk away / down the road / down the mountain
away / & i wonder what away really is / /
this place i put my mind nightly / daily / imbibing of the green
too much green / / & we find things to keep us busy / entertained
some thing to make the days / go by / just a little faster
it was the curl of lip
it was the sound of dogs barking
it was the black blue of an 11:14 sky
it was the cold chill across my back
up my legs / it was spring /
see / i'm trying to remember why i did the things i do
& i see my lesson in my daughter's face / her disappointment
in realizing the father i chose for her will only ever love the child
he fathered /
& i wonder where love goes /
why life takes this path
& i keep thinking about
walking down the mountain
& soon summer / wait for hot nights
so few in this northern hemisphere
wait for northern lights / when
the sky play tricks & pulls the universe in
how i love these black mountains / deep valley
this is where water runs for ever / eternal lakes
ancient creeks / rivers that run time less
this is frozen ice / glaciers & killer avalanches
winter in the high country / water old as mother her self
but / it's the ocean that scares me
mighty wave / oh pull of the moon
& the point of all this being
there really is no point
& i start running lines through my head
from a person i used to be
some one i had for gotten about
the girl i used to be
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