Tag Archives: Fiddleneck

SMALL AGAIN

 

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I dreamed I went upriver
on young legs until the roar
of snowmelt over boulders

shrank into a meadow
stream lined with pines—
going back in time.

Nothing has changed
the blackened rings,
the chiseled peaks beneath

a blue, blue sky—
and I am small again,
but with older eyes.

Where will our children go
when they get old at night?
What will they follow

to find themselves
content to be
engulfed in awe?

 

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Fiddleneck - April 5, 2011

Fiddleneck – April 5, 2011

 

I’d make music
if I could only trumpet
from my fiddle neck.

 

 

FIDDLENECK

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Looking back at tracks in the clouds,
you spring the gate closed—
trapped forever.

 

 

WPC(3) — “Serenity”

 

Fiddleneck

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WPC(3) — “Yellow”