Poets Should Not Wed Poets
In Santa Fe, all the downtown buildings
are pink adobe. Some two-story
geometrics with arched windows, some--
like the McDonald’s--
squat, rosy boxes beside logo-bearing signs.
It’s all very picturesque at first,
so visually poetic.
But I wonder do the buildings tire
of each other,
search in vain for steel and glass
or a tiny white cottage,
even a rusty mobile home?
Balance.
Balance beside a Canadian lake,
those who speak
and those who listen.
Moving waters
and the stone grottos they lap against.
Silent cedars
and the bears that prowl amongst them.
Milky moonlight
and the coffee-black sky that accepts it.
Poets should not wed poets,
should not struggle with metaphors
for garbage night.
Much better to tune ears to casual wisdom
and write it down
without fear of infringement.
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Maybe this will jog your memory. :D
Cameron Lake
You hear the jackhammer
punctuation of a pileated woodpecker,
loon laughter, startle sunlight
over the horizon.
Rattlesnake coils invisible;
black bear crosses your path—you don’t see,
eye straying to tree root, turquoise water.
Delta-winged figments strafe,
harry until everything,
nothing, is bears and snakes:
a return to Precambrian granite.
Voices echo through cedars
darkening the far shore
and inverted exclamations of wild rice.
Thanks! I simply could not remember the name . Lots of words are getting away lately.
Recently i could not conjure up "counterintuitive"......I stumbled around trying to get it back and finally said "I can't think of the word I need. It means something like counterlogical....I know that's not a word..it's not it...but it is something like that."
Geez
Loved reading that one again btw.
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