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Losing Track

Losing Track

Long after you have swung back

away from me

I think you are still with me:

you come in close to the shore

on the tide

and nudge me awake the way

a boat adrift nudges the pier:

am I a pier

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The Ache Of Marriage

The Ache Of Marriage

The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,

are heavy with it,

it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion

and are turned away, beloved,

each and each

It is leviathan and we

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Contraband

Contraband

The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.

That's why the taste of it

drove us from Eden. That fruit

was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder

for use a pinch at a time, a condiment.

God had probably planned to tell us later

about this new pleasure.

We stuffed our mouths full of it,

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The Mutes

The Mutes

Those groans men use

passing a woman on the street

or on the steps of the subway

to tell her she is a female

and their flesh knows it,

are they a sort of tune,

an ugly enough song, sung

by a bird with a slit tongue

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The Breathing

The Breathing

An absolute

patience.

Trees stand

up to their knees in

fog. The fog

slowly flows

uphill.

White

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The Well

The Well

At sixteen I believed the moonlight

could change me if it would.

I moved my head

on the pillow, even moved my bed

as the moon slowly

crossed the open lattice.

I wanted beauty, a dangerous

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Psalm Concerning The Castle

Psalm Concerning The Castle

Let me be at the place of the castle.

Let the castle be within me.

Let it rise foursquare from the moat's ring.

Let the moat's waters reflect green plumage of ducks, let

the shells of swimming turtles break the surface or be

seen through the rippling depths.

Let horsemen be stationed at the rim of it, and a dog,

always alert on the brink of sleep.

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Pleasures

Pleasures

I like to find

what's not found

at once, but lies

within something of another nature,

in repose, distinct.

Gull feathers of glass, hidden

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The Avowal

The Avowal

As swimmers dare

to lie face to the sky

and water bears them,

as hawks rest upon air

and air sustains them,

so would I learn to attain

freefall, and float

into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,

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The Quest

The Quest

High, hollowed in green

above the rocks of reason

lies the crater lake

whose ice the dreamer breaks

to find a summer season.

'He will plunge like a plummet down

far into hungry tides'

they cry, but as the sea

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Adam's Complaint

Adam's Complaint

Some people,

no matter what you give them,

still want the moon.

The bread,

the salt,

white meat and dark,

still hungry.

The marriage bed

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Wedding-Ring

Wedding-Ring

My wedding-ring lies in a basket

as if at the bottom of a well.

Nothing will come to fish it back up

and onto my finger again.

It lies

among keys to abandoned houses,

nails waiting to be needed and hammered

into some wall,

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