Mahi way on June 26th, 2009

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses…

Mahi way on June 26th, 2009

Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn’t matter–even in that
big room no one can see…

Mahi way on June 25th, 2009

By circumstances fed
Which divide attention
Among the living and the dead…

Mahi way on June 25th, 2009

Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks

An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again
Ponders
Ideas that collapse
At the first touch of attention…

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Mahi way on June 25th, 2009

Brilliant, this day ? a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green ?
whether it’s ferns or lichens or needles
or impatient points of buds on spindly bushes…

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