stalk

stalk

wind i see as vibrant—

shake               there

is that series from harrow

on down to bottom page

something that grasps—I

don’t know—

relaying—

rowing

Winter ivy

Ivy growing over a graffiti on the wall bordering the Segre in Lleida. Happy Holidays!

Old bridge, Besalú, Catalonia

This bridge in Besalú dates from the twelfth century.

Celebrating late

Celebrating late

But can one celebrate a missed

opportunity, chance, buy it drinks,

smile and say one day maybe,

one day? Yon side of the door’s

a knock, inevitably a teller, one

not always bringing news the listener

will reward with lunch and shout hooray at.

Walking

Walking

Then up the Passeig de Sant Joan recalling

summer trips up the coast, those great long

walks. Small wave words that can’t be really

surfed, decorative grasses in planters. You

can’t just wander around aimlessly. Don’t

you know their names? We walk in—there they are.

I’m going to tell you about Barcelona’s metro.

piece (surfing)

piece (surfing)

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i spun

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dragging the kelp the salt

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                                   across the sun              space trash the

day                  challenge the fish in the water               change

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                                                                       (w)here my spindle

5 or 6 questions for green

5 or 6 questions for green

Woodland. What faces or if not

where can surds enter the

picture. Eleven numbers scrub

clearly in childhood & adult.

Phrase or seal or cell homeward

though perhaps not to each in

the very same instant or question.