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Collected Poetry

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Diesel Eddy  

Book three of impromptu trilogy.

  Distance


It's so abstract it alarms us in queer ways
while everything else seems in some form

of earnest hurry.  Beyond, the hills are plush;
this last light sits upon the furtive reservoir

like yellow tufts of native grass—hardy, dying,
and the few rushes or the sullen birds are muted

by the weathered light from a frontal, but remain
authentic, articulate, still unrevealed:  look at it;

between the hills set in grids upon the horizon
the distance is squashed, tiered with

a friendly haze above the moored pleasure crafts
glowing in the safety of the obscured cove.



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