the taking down

the taking down

taking down
just

which day
was soon
forgot
but over the
bread and
wine of
centuries
they settled
on one
in spring

a
day
for
unnailing
anointing
the dead
a day like
any other
borne by
those who
lived it
the wheels
of commerce
wide as empire
groaning over
the hands of
broken peoples
the man in
charge washing
his hands clean
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autumn glass

autumn glass

Autumn_glass
‘The bend of autumn’, photo by Little Cat

that fine coolness
that stays on the air
strengthening into
shadows of the
quiet sun
a sun of rooms
glass panes
in hands
of sky.

along the gutter
the wind shifts
leaves against leaves
they don’t lift
held dry against
each other
always something
living seems in
what has lived.

these leaves break
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print

print
for the poet A.
on the loss of his Cat

Cat
my friend
has a ‘foot print’
in his closet,
the heaviest
print of all.
heavy
as night
reflected
downward
in a lake,
heavy as
a sycamore on a
a granite cliff
that hands the sun
up from branch
to branch as the
valley wanes when
time is running out
to dusk,
not ‘foot’ but
paw-print
the heaviest thing
left of his companion
cat who wound
the spool of days
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