Tag: hidden creatures


The Last Bigfoot

raspberry patch
On Sundays, the last Bigfoot
leaves his mournful burrow,
secret life expanding
in Sunday's quiet
to invite footsteps
through the daylight,
across the small world,
and into the raspberry patch.

As Bigfoot plucks the berries
—ripe today, spoiled tomorrow—
the loss of the old Bigfoot gangs moves
not further into …
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The Wordless Place

On good mornings, I wake
and start with faithful work
to build the wordless place:
two mugs of coffee, two slabs of butter,
cushioned space where a body
can recognize itself.

I do not think
therefore I am not
a hero or a failure
or a laborer
or a mind …
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November Nine

Why did I wait
till now,
till I'm watching in horror
as these hidden elements
of my Self
revolt, finally finding their voice
in dysfunction?
It's so clear now:

When this part wanted to cry
I smiled.
When this part flushed with desire
I stiffened my spine.
When this part …
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Conspiracy

Here in the place you left, I stay
vigilant through the days of your absence
and begin to notice
a pattern: slight but unmistakable
suggestions, unlikely coincidences
among the day's arrangement of smiles,
daylight, flashes of delight.
Here in the place you left
longing, a conspiracy vast
beyond imagining takes …
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Rain

During this dry spell
watch this farmer.
Too much rain is depression.
Not enough
and with every passing rainless day
the smile grows hollower,
eye contact grows briefer,
and the movements of the body
grow rigid and clumsy.

In this sunny summer
I smiled,
I grew,
and now
I hope …
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