Friday, October 16, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


a song about bold strokes
on a giant canvas
by an unknown
master of it

eastern red cedar

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they gather where the seeds were shit
by cedar waxwings,  and others
a bushhog is a mere inconvenience
caring for one will kill it
they live at the margins
of where work has been done
leaning with iced over branches