if
inside
the crow
I am
you are
they are
we are breathing
the stellar dust
of crow
then breathing
b/t the sliver of silence
& the city of wilderness
is one quest
this quest
this silence
this one crow
us
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The Ferryboat
Knowing as light or /
spray cause or effect /
as maker of grace /
outside the realm of /
insight thought specu- /
lation knows its own /
preference preferring /
glimpse of /
the heart
The Journey
She could tell /
before birth /
or after the crest /
her finger tip /
in death is more /
than simply dying /
dismemberment /
of self or /
limbs or soul /
remember the crescent /
shape of yellow /
like a plated reference /
to her mind
The Base Exchange
I remember the summer of twelve years old when / My mother took me to a Navy base exchange / To buy a chocolate malt, and as I sat at our table / I sensed a circle of white enclose the bloom, / A sensation strangely different from rolling down / The hill with my childhood sweetheart.