—after lines by Gary Snyder
Word basket
woman
Burning the
small dead
Tiny
energies escape
My home was
at Cold Mountain
By Frasier
Creek Falls
Each dawn
was clear
Ripples on
the surface
The morning
star is not a star
Truth in
the belly of a woman turning
Flung from
demonic wombs
Under the
skin of it
A migration
of birds
Fear not
tomorrow’s song
Of
stone-flake and salmon.
9/13/2009
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