back in the firebox
calliope notes riding the breeze
these mental mooring lines
unknotthe boilers sings its fire song
the paddlewheel rolling us upriver
against the current
towards Towhead Island
to turnaround and return
[from Field Notes]
Tag Archives: American poetry
They will call this
Someday They will call this age of America
the Age of The Partisans
Running fast and flooding
that clean squeaky air / the morning after a thunderstorm / running fast and flooding streets built through former backwaters / July sweet July / it sings its song / I wait for the next note
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