Dear Sunset, Dear Avalanche
dear thunder without lightning
dear window sound of last year
dear mountainous landscape
unfolding
water in air unraveling
dear ice filled clamor that fetches
I'm fetching, tolling, a libelous suit
sold and soldiering up the slopes
navigating the trails without adequate supplies
opening up the roof of the ride
a somnambulist, a compassless climber,
a lunchless hack, naked on the rock road
my ear cocked to the distance
dear solo slipping sun
this is the part the slow whispering interrupts
dear disappeared, dear desperate
this is the part you're always interrupting,
the part you want to be buried under --
The Desert
To make the darkness possible
you close the shutters
When light streams in
it is harder to see
You're inside arguing about whether
a cloud was once a river
While outside a man stutters,
trying to talk to the cacti
If you could receive only one answer
would you choose to know
what he is choking on
or what he is trying to say
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