Flesh of the Earth (Returning to the One I Love)

Flesh of the Earth  (Returning to the One I Love)  (2010)

Like continents from oceans born
we collide upon each other.
The wind sows our dreams.
The rivers tell our stories.

Mountains raise our children
and the wide prairies remember.
The forest hides our love within.
The lake collects our tears.

And when our weathered bodies tire
the tide will see us home.


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Silent Red Cypress

Silent Red Cypress  (2010)

How many of our lifetimes
have you spent standing here
not worried about truth
love or happiness?

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Untitled

Untitled  (2010)

In the night,
untouched by any
but the darkness 
through which we pass
and the surface 
of the deep, when 
at last
we fall no more.

And the memory of 
our descent is a dream 
fast fading, lost 
beyond first ripples,
waking from life.

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Thinking of Mom

Thinking of Mom  (2018)

Mom's washing dishes
by the kitchen window,
tomatoes set to blush on the sill.
She looks out over the backyard
where we three kids used to play.

And while she's spent a lifetime
cleaning up after others,
she does not seem so burdened now.
Smiling in her quiet way,
that way some people have
when their hands are busy
and the mind lets go its leaves...

Sometimes, I think I see you
as you were before:
the farm girl, the young bride,
just the beginnings
of a quilt in your heart,
reaching out from old photographs
with that very same smile.

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To My Girl, In Utero

To My Girl, in Utero  (2015)


There's a world outside. A world
of wide open spaces and dead-ends.
A world for the love and lonely
where everything is possible.

Hear the dried leaves scuttle
their street-sweep pavement song.
Run your palm down bare brick walls
in a town you hardly know.

Even as they cut you, they tell
of a softer, pale skin of sky.
Where all eyes are drawn, from time
to time, into a perfect thing.


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