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The Big Picture
Groups of short poems.
Omens, Injuries, and Money
1: Isosceles A tiny moth upon the wood siding above the illumined, door bell as I locked the front door and moved on toward work— Thursday, August 2nd, 2001. 2: In Transit Wind-waves rippling the marshland reeds; above, the exotic, sometimes bulbous filigree of the refinery. Heavy weekend traffic, the toll bridge. Hunger approaching. 3: Backroad Adventure East bay pastoral: the merely undeveloped; a winding road through the infrequent, coastal trees. Two roadside leaves dancing in the coastal breeze. 4: Homer, Achilles, the Silly Wandering of Our Desires A slow jog after a long, heel injury I took—through the envious back streets of an elegant beach town. My mind awash; a small, off-centering pain; one crazy male quail singing from a cornice. 5: Homer, Achilles, the Meanness of the Spirit A slow jog after a long, heel injury I took through the envious streets of an elegant beach town—scowling young men brandishing surfboards; clear plastic bottles clutched by the rich. 6: Tales of Brave Ulysses A slow jog after a long, heel injury feels good—I make a second loop. This time I notice Matilija poppies, an old couple walking, the sea breaking into view; and I think: well... 7: Homer, Achilles, Crossing Paths with the Young A slow jog after a long injury ends abruptly as such: a young couple returns to their truck. She gets in but keeps him locked out. Gesturing, he displays the width of his tongue —love, it now seems, becomes imminent. 8: Pebble Beach Hoping to see what the sea would reveal, we found the tide high—so I turned my attention to the rocky beach. There I discovered a handsome stone within a stone. 9: Untitled Love abounds in ways unseen, unheard, unfelt, unthought, unthanked, unspoken—lavender roses my wife's mother buys to place on the coffee table. 10: Homer, Achilles, the Place We Call Home To emigrate to a distant place simply for the weather is a choice someone in the family must make. As kin, we risk our one possession; we draw straws to see who gets tied to the mast... back | ToC | next
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