How Do You

go about

these rails of thought

so fast

you can only slip off

into the blue

where the birds are flowing

in flocks

over mountainrocks

so black and beautiful

there the trees are stock still

green

creatures of another time

and the ground brown

arid

surely they know us

listening so silently

to our thoughts.

 

The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).

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