The Weekly Commuter

The future pales
to lavender
the way sunsets do,
the edge of the earth
the door
day departs through.
Shifting hearts, like low
dunes, still warm
with afternoon,
welcome night, unfixed
as new-sown stars.

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In need of a cloud
to carry us –
the kind that keep
a hold and move
like the wide world, so
imperceptibly slow,
past planets small
as stars, with the earth
so far below somehow
life stills,
the swirls of white
on blue
obscuring the shapes
of landmasses
we learned in school.

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Usually I am a big fan and am glad you returned to Salon.com after a five-year hiatus. Recently, however, you wrote something that called into question your aesthetic taste:
 

A quite different film that I’ve recently enjoyed re-seeing and studying is “Revenge of the Sith” (2005) from George Lucas’ “Star Wars” saga. The climactic […]

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The effort, the deep down-hinge of wings
a sea sigh
we feel
as the osprey rise
ever higher, into thinner
atmospheres, and
we can’t remember, sand
in the corners of our eyes.

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Night and herons pass
between trees,
the intermittent bus,
with its dim
foci, approaching.
Home, by unfamiliar
roads, in the clearing
the low moon
shows. Routine
passengers drift
near sleep. Alert
to passing time, I am
awake with the wait.

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