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23.3.11
photo:e.bouman
Water
Before I was born I was water.
I thought of this sitting on a blue
chair surrounded by pink, red, white
hollyhocks in the yard in front
of my green studio. There are conclusions
to be drawn but I can't do it anymore.
Born man, child man, singing man,
dancing man, loving man, old man,
dying man. This is a round river
and we are her fish who become water.
~ Jim Harrison
22.3.11

In Several ColorsEvery morning, cup of coffee
in hand, I look out at the mountain.
Ordinarily it's blue, but today
it's the color of an eggplant.And the sky turns
from gray to pale apricot
as the sun rolls up
Main Street in AndoverI study the cat's face
and find a trace of white
around each eye, as if
he made himself up today
for a part in the opera."In Several Colors," by Jane Kenyon, from Otherwise (Graywolf Press).
14.3.11
photo: e.bouman, Johnny
a movie of you running toward me
if I could I would turn my bicycle
into a movie projector
I would reel the film around the front tire
and back onto the rear tire
and pedal so fast that I would keep
the light mounted on the frame burning
I would do all I could to stay steady
over the sidewalk cracks and curbs
to keep the movie of you running toward me
splashed on buildings and sky
if I could turn my bicycle
into a movie projector
if I could pedal this moment into forever
and pedal and pedal it into forever again
~ Denver Butson
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