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this fleeting season
suspended across sunday
afternoon moments




by october
worn smooth and
gathering into silence




milkweed pods bursting
with fluffy white potential
wait patiently




bovine scent
rusty horse trailer
the west




each time
i ask myself
why not always pay this much attention




cottonwood islands
twisted figures on a
hueless plain




rustle
of leaves yellow..
mind is quiet




yucca seeds..
in it's pop
unseen mindfulness




staring a hole into
that old cottonwood tree
and time slows way down




tufts of hair
encase the barbs
feel-good scratch




dry weed crackle
rusty fence post mud
weeds, burrs
discarded jeans and gunshots




as they die
cottonwood leaves become
audible and richly colored




a mass of grey feathers
floating on autumn grasses
body long gone




each precious moment
passes - whether i am
here for it or not




my internal clock
if i had one
would now be running slow




seeds weigh down the stalks
this year's feast or
next year's pasture




preserving the precious
hues of summer
cottonwood shroud




hard human voices
bring me out of this world
of a thousand bird songs




i refuse
to haiku on
the fat prairie dog




leave it!
she says to her dog
referring to me




sensation of
small book slipping from my hand
unplanned nap-ku




the muted landscape
and the silence between gunshots
are deeply calming




thwarted
by coprolites
and cactus




sensual
against dry hillside
barefoot walking




horse shit
in it's color..
"I see the light"




golden cottonwoods
drink the creekbed dry
fallen leaves




moab red
horse trailer - big enough
for a shetland pony




hay bale mountain
on the other side of a
gnawed-at fence




clouds streak down
rain smells
and cactus




anxious chirps
perked ears as a
coyote prances through




a field of cattails
avian playground
before the storm




voluptuousness
of nature when i sit down
and be still