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I sit here listening to my own voice these too-short afternoons. Where has summer gone? The heron stands reedy and still at the water’s edge. The canoe is already on its rack beside the shed. Further than Dickinson’s birds and … Continue reading
I have been reading Jack Gilbert all day while.the swealtering heat blankets everything and dampens every attempt to move. Mostly I’ve been reading from Refusing Heaven, a book whose contemplative solitude seems fit for such a motionless day. But it … Continue reading
Once again reading from the book and attempting to find a new path of illumination through it.
For KDL, 3/19/2010 Now in my mind the shape of diamond, silk and wood, perfectly balanced, high overhead where he put it. But what happens when I too am gone? Who then will hold the kite aloft?
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