It rains….inside the air that is folded toward it….it sounds its knowing making the streets glisten and the fields open their coats
and the birds listening for winter fly through it….It rains deepening the leaves of autumn into
Their mirroring soft singing….And what has fallen in the rain quiets the fields
Lowering its prayer
Into the earth….
Rain
Foggia ghetto
10/14/20
Psalm
In this dreamless autumn
dark birds unknown to me form
Their ancient pattern toward some summer place
Found this small path and a prayer
Floating in a rain pool
Where the full moon will find it
And they will listen together
To the sorrow….
Psalm for us
On the Lesina plains
October 1 20
2 AM
Waking shadows Bring us to a place where we look back And know we can never return.... While the sky rains voices Of those who are falling dancing in the Colors of the lost.... We stand where children sang Their small footprints All around.... poem of farewells Foggia ghetto 8/31/20
This is the place
This is the place
Where the end fell into itselfWe were there as it looked back toward us
With our empty bells and our souls
Burning in the hillsWe arrived in a boat made by a quivering child
Everything fallen out of our mirrors
As we taste the first days
And the last….
The place
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18july20
They sit where horsemen have passed
They sit where horsemen have passed
Moisture rising from
the hoof prints….Owl dreams hovering above them….
on a rainy mountain road near grove Oklahoma
A dead black one lifted its glistening wing
As I passed…..In a haunted mansion in France
I closed the bathroom mirror the limp wings
And vacant eyes behind me….These are the ones that chose us….
And will sit with us
While only our shadows remainand our bones have melted away….
Angels
Thursday July 16
Lesina Italy
You are not a wolf
“You are not a wolf
And this is the land of wolves now….”
Sicario the film 2015.Long before winter these ones sent
Their tracks looking for you….The black dog sits among you
Its crimson eyes turned toward youThey will ask you to come out
Whether by your stench of hatred or evil fearThey sit in the blackness where you sleep
They will rise as darkness to enshroud you
They know who you are…..
We are among you
Even now….
Dog soldier poem for enemies.
Mahago domiutz tsistsistas
Hotomitoneo
June 30.20
Life is not itself
It is a long journey
It is the world’s dream of us
The footprints that have led away are our own
We watched them leaving
In the silences that have taught us to be still
While the wind howled…..
It is not itself
We sit in its dampened rooms
Born so far away from ourselves
Looking back over our winged shoulders
Where the long journey began….
Painting with words
For Paul klee
From the stronghold
June13.20
The Bounty Hunters
Nah he in eh woh ha doh
Ehoi yah ja oh gnaw ni dot
Edo no vo oh komeh eh tista
Nah moghda Veho
Davi idon ha aht ighiv
Hoiv ay ya dnot neuts
Eyo sidon he tista
I feel them out there
They sit under a dark sky
Waiting for coyote or Indian
Or black man
Night holds its fist in their eyes
The prairie now grown darker
Turns its face away….
Dog soldier poem
For Robbie McMurtry, Chantel Moore, Sarah Circling Bear, Zachery Bear Heels,
Jacqueline Slayers, George Floyd, Mahivist Goodblanket….a list too long to publish here.
From the stronghold
Lance henson
Cheyenne nation of Oklahoma
June 6, 20
Here
Here is a place where nothing can die
Darkness that lives beneath the leaves
We bring our nights there without knowing
We bring our fear there before the singing begins
We bring our silent names there hoping we are forgiven
We bring our hands there scented of a river
We bring our prayers that hide and watch us
The landscape where we have held the loose feathers
Of a fallen bird
And awakened in the land of the unseen
Here is a place where nothing can die….
Sunday24may20
Bologna
What has seen you
What has seen you
Saw you a long time ago
It comes back to watch you
Though sometimes you are missing
It waits with its one breath
Listening to itself so it can remember
Often when it arrives it sounds
Like smoke
Or a burning leaf
Sometimes it sounds like its hand on your window glass
The eyes in its hand closed but for one eye
The one that remembers you….
Relative
From the dead zone texts
In continuance
Wed20may20
