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Wasteland: on the California Wildfires
Green spring grass on
the hills had cured
by June and by July
2020
Unto Ourselves: to See What’s There
To see what’s there and not already
patterned by familiarity— for an unpredicted
whole is there, casting a pair of shadows, manipulating
its material, advancing, assembling enough
kinship that we call it life, our life, what
2021
Elegy for the Disappeared
Though no word called me, I looked again.
Each wave of supposition hammered against the black wall.
Sometimes meaning, like an expiration date, is blurred.
2020