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California Notebooks, Sept. 2013

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the day drifted away
as water in a brooklet
swift and eager to reach
the valley where
I don’t care
to be
.
I wish it would have moved
as a rosary in my hand
slowly slacking down at
the rhythm of each prayer
.
loitering on the light’s hues
and warm shades on beguilement
I sense I’ve done too much
and nothing as well
.
fancying to grab you head to tail
breathing my excuses
as I start all over

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California Notebooks, September 2013

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where I’m writing from

is 4.30 in the afternoon

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106F in the shade I inhale hot air

breathing now with relief

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I felt worse in latter days

I do not feel the cramps of distance

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listening with the greatest care to the smallest finch

right after letting out a clear thanksgiving

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me by myself from inside myself

stretched out happy I fly

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butterflies here are saffron

many and always new

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today I can hear the wind

moving among the palms

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the highest daylight stars

 .

where not even the mountain reaches

old wrinkled giant laying down

tired under the hard wearing sun

looking as if crumbling

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sunset highlighting the folds

sweating pure spirit nothing else

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awe inspiring while putting thing in their right place

I do not wish to be somewhere else

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