 Dear
Martin
Jane Doe found your vanishing gallerie under a hill of snow
cause I know you know
Here curl again like bear
to warm the cold inside out
it creeps on me timely accepting
slur loose in a languishing body
as it grips the relax of silence
inching lower to earth
my vitals hug down
as pampas spreads and splinters
deer paw arcs hold together like
eyes of a sprouting crowd
looking upward at we the elder children
of this home waking later
How high the small channel once route
from wetland past mainstay
now street to lake
rises snow melt snow rain
add to turns to black ice
this Chappaqua gurgles back to who it was
merging belly up to blinding
solstice sky
squirrels run across as the cycles swell
high porous white then liquid scallop dark
the UPS truck narrowly misses touching fat
to fat with US mail carrier unsuited to
that dialog we make underground
that quieting of movement like hearts of winter
thinking bear when all it has to do is
shut down to bracken our
impulse from a lunatic
commuter consumer
wide rigged fringe
ice runnels
the wind bites
the rain slicks
mud goes hard
one goose sits another stands
crystals find their own arrangements
the fast is subsumed to repeat
the slow mistaken for a concept of lateness
many thaws this year
and love for every interstice
for Kultur
for the springs
for all my Bioregional friends
for the vanishing man
cheers/
Coco Go
down in the little hills tucked in by the majestic lower Hudson Valley |