Beneath the earth’s surface time is languid
formations otherworldly, silent
some millions, some thousands, of years in the making
a thousand years from now gazers will see the centimeter of growth
Continue Reading »I awake alone in the painter’s bed
it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust
my mind to register
and then it comes back to me.
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The artist described each of the paintings
looked from us to canvas to us again
his eyes aglow
told us what he liked about each one
described subject, color, object placement
even though his representational style
made it rather clear.
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Terminal 4 at Madrid-Barajas
buzzes and hums
a steady drone of luggage wheels
rapid feet, weary travelers, confused tourists
frustrated whines of sequestered children
and our little awkward pre-board tableau.
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It is cold, you say.
December nights’ chill
in the lowland plains
of the Bajio
should not surprise
but this year
you cannot get warm.
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