Sunday, November 8, 2015

When I Was 13

No matter what
my favorite things
were cliffs and edges
figuring out the way down
how hard I tried (worlds) (strange)
words familiar (close)
Shumagin, Schurz
looking so difficult
to decipher--I could not see
Hand, heart, life, eye
this way?  No.
where they were going
at all.  Up. Down.
Western Nevada:  the spirit
hiding in the grass
I could not interpret
no matter what.

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