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Ron
In the late afternoon sun We crossed paths in the Shadows. He elevated, Turned as if suspended By wire and ambled down The slope. Then it seemed My hands were inside him, Outside any clock-... More »
Ron
"The world is everything," he said. "And the earth can take it away." No one was quite sure how it happened. At first we thought. " it must be our phones." But then people without... More »
Ron
These are the days when I could be doing anything But I am doing this now: Standing on the gray deck, Arms raised, pulling in signals From the world. Everything is Bringing from the future.... More »
Ron
The loggerheads left for deeper waters- Not so this fellow by the side of the road. He lives in his head here, at rest in roadside salad, A monument I can stand over. I study... More »
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Here's a little poem by Les Murray I like that I found in a book called Upside Down Zen by Susan Murphy. The Young Fox I drove up to a fox on the disused highway.... More »
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