SELECTED WORKS OF POETRY

From:  Conversations in Poetry

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THIS NIGHT
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Let me fly again
in that precious place
so seldom visited
wedged between
asleep and awake.
 
This night,
should my spirit soar once more,
riding on winds of elation,
I will become the bird I once was
a long, long time ago
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LOSS

Small word loss.
It slips from lips with frequency
while eyes watch
as it falls down and away.
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Stripped from limbs
that will not bear fruit again,
stark spears of remembering
point to the sky,
while the Earth, in her goodness,
opens her tender mouth
offering herself up
as a final resting place
for all life's losses.
 
 
COME BACK
 
Come back to me in every way.
I will open to you,
look for you,
find you
in everything we loved:
 
earth in our hands
cold creek water
nests of trees
hot sun-drenched meadows
clear starry nights
coyote tracks in new snow
firelight and woodsmoke
 
All such thoughts 
spin us together
in a memory of tender joy. 


THE DREAM

How faint the dream
in the early morning hours
as my feet and legs
become grey tattered lace.

I gaze down and watch
as this change moves up my body.
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With deepening resignation 
I rest my head
against my dead husband's shoulder
willing to be carried away
on his journey of disappearance.