The blood of the earth
Courses mountains and lowlands
Circulating life
Anger grief and envy
Will stay the unguarded heart
Cold-bound and alone
She’s a star apart
Who left her constellation
For larger heavens
Alas jealousy!
Comparison’s horrid child
Edacious always
When I had a dream
Of picking huckleberries
(I longed for mother)
When I had a dream
That my dog could talk with me
(It was sweet repose)
The quick roadrunner
Thrashes a snake on the rock
Then prinks its proud crest
Our fears are a reef
Waiting for an angry swell
To form broad waves
Blues on the front porch
Thicker than a southern night
Howlin’ with the hounds
In the budding grove
The orange trees are attired
With nectarous buds
When I have a dream
That I float over treetops
(I am a child again)
Surge! Swell angry waves!
Let cold currents stack in fury!
Heave ocean’s broad breast!
After the ascent
Behold the beauty below
And go down slowly
Migrating northward
The geese announce news of spring
Wake and greet the sun!
Why snakes are awful:
They lurk in grass - trees - water
And swallow you whole
Despite yesterday
The sun is absent-minded
Fresh light for today
When ably unfurled
There’s no sail like a poem
Filled with windward verse
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