1. Awareness of Joy
  2. Birds at Recess
  3. The Call Back
  4. A poem to commemorate dennis's road rash, broken rib, concussion and the bruising of his fourth cranial nerve
  5. Oakland Is Burning
  6. Finding Paul's Marker
  7. Freeway
  8. Carolton
  9. Grief in a Dry September
  10. A Headache on Tuesday, February 26, 2002
  11. heaven
  12. A Hillside Pond in the Rain
  13. Hoarder
  14. L.O.F. (In Her Door)
  15. Intersection
  16. Iporaõ 1960
  17. A Janitor on Hansen Way
  18. laundry
  19. Lucy in the Streets with Ashes
  20. The Man in Blue
  21. When the Morning Air was Cold
  22. Night Stand
  23. objectification
  24. (Quoting Emily Dickenson)
  25. Racoon Eyes
  26. Red Lips
  27. Reflections on a dislocation
  28. The Runway
  29. sails
  30. San Antonio Station, January 3, 2005, 4 Pm
  31. Scene Report
  32. Shark Teeth
  33. Prayer for an Old Woman
  34. Encounter in an Unfinished Room
  35. Y Sovendo Morréu com Raiva
  36. On the Strand
  37. Tethered
  38. Before the Beast
  39. The Ties that Bind
  40. Viewing Bald Eagles
  41. Voyeur
  42. What I Learned on Summer Vacation
  43. What I Learned on Summer Vacation
  44. Without You
  45. Love Poem to You Written on a Mountain
  46. Your Tongue is Soft and Your Teeth Slide in Easy


We meander through rattlesnake heaven;
We roam a land feral with grain
Golden for little creatures.
The Lost Coast embraces us.

The seed of the wind and the seed of the waters have become one;
The water swells;
The sounds have become the sounds of the blood in my head;
The tide is higher.

It is always a surging thing,
Always a quiet raving wind,
Always a loud stilleto tinitis
But you had to lead me here
For me to listen to the wind and the waves,
For me to hear words whipping the sands
At the moment them whispering in stutters
So I hear quaking of the wild oats.

Between the wind's breathings
The sun is warm as a bubble bath.

I think for a moment there will be a flash
    As the ocean's horizon rises above the sun.
I feel for the moment our hands first touch
    The movement of celestial bodies.
I know  of the sun's face always swallowing Earth's sky
    Though the earth is my constant and to me the sun moves.
I see our bodies are trees:
    We are always connecting the heaven and the earth.

We turn through the grasses, returning to our beds.
We pause, spotting the pit viper at our feet.
We have interrupted his study of an entrance into the underworld.

He silently considers us.
His tongue flick is the speed of a hummingbird thought.
He breathes.
We breathe as he goes through the door.

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