MUSCULARITY

Homage to GARY SNYDER

 

words whittled to shavings

curling at my feet

thoughts like plastic wrappers

swirling in the wind

a puddle willing itself

to become an ice cube

the wave of a drowning man

in the waves

the sound of one hand clapping

in the forest

words shouted into the face

of the storm

unheard unread

 

your footprint preserved in stone

once a tentative step

in the ooze of time

much the way this began

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