Saturday, February 18, 2012

Universal Poetic Aspirations


These galaxies keep spiraling 
Towards an infinite number 

Of impenetrable black holes— 
Don’t they know 

They can only go in so deep. 

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Eating out of Our Hands


No matter where
They may be hiding
In the wilderness,

Every once in a great while
Little creatures venture out
And make us feel very small. 


Felled


Forget about that conundrum— 
Nothing sounds 

As clear-cut 

As a voice crashing 
In the wilderness. 


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Reverberations


Cicadas? 

Long after you stop wondering 
Where they’ve gone, the air’s still 

Thrumming underground. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

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