The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn air Along a country road, adrift in threads, Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare, As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead. I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads, Where rock-strewn shores in …
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The sun goes up and soars on to the end For me to chase somewhere beyond, alone; Today I’m here to rest and meet a friend, By dawn I’m off to seek a shore unknown. It’s been near fifteen years without a rest And now …
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I drifted south to follow the call of birds, Then hunted around my former haunting grounds Out west, where all was won with sand-swept words, I think, once in the red-baked canyon towns. In the wind somewhere I hear a whistling stone And stop at …
Read MoreIsland in the Sea
There was an island, somewhere in the sea, He sailed for miles away from any land, Alone and guided by the stars he’d see To distant shores on narrow strands of sand. On setting foot, he looked at far-off peaks, Arising past a thousand ancient …
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