Long Adirondacks Poems

How unparticular the day had particularly been,
On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,
For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,
Had lacked company, and therefore, dopamine.

 ‘Twas Sunday when all the guests had fled,
From either...

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on his deathbed
he stares up at the ceiling---
a stale, supposedly calming
light blue, basks down upon
his now disease ridden body &
with all the tubes pumping
painkillers & poisons into him,
he’s finally fallen into submission,
giving up the last...

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I am a puzzle
made of pieces.
One for the girl who woke my heart,
one for the girl who broke it,
one for the man who shook it,
one for the man who took it
(when it wasn’t his to...

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They told me, "Leave Brooklyn, find the green,"  
"Head upstate, change the scene,"  
Nature's arms open wide,  
So I took that long Amtrak ride.

I knew there were bobcats, I knew there was...

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When I was a kid on the bus,
I looked at all that surrounded us,
out the window I always gazed
seeing old fields, half-trees, half-hay,
beyond them rose a forest wall,
maples and pines, stately and tall,
past that rose...

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A broad vale next to Lake Champlain,
early morning, before the heat,
barbed wire fence next to a field
where John Arnold’s sheep are grazing.
Tall grass is hiding most of them,
white humps moseying about there,
their heads poke up...

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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
               ...

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Back in nineteen hundred and three
I working with a logging crew,
cutting and limbing mighty trees,
be they hemlock, pine, or spruce.

We worked for the Nowell Paper firm,
in the shades of the Adirondacks,
spent all winter in Camp...

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It can be kind of depressing,
living in upstate New York,
because of that damn city,
that grand ol’ attention whore,
I cannot go anywhere
without having to explain
that I don’t live in a borough,
I live three hours away!

Can’t go...

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My heart is in the Adirondacks
And day by day i drink the courage
captured in these mountain heights. 
The trail winds across the slope where bramble
lies like Tangled Truth--Blending Berries and Briars
--Bold challenges for hungry wanderers....

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Climb high these mountains
And meet cliffs of history
Snug against the moon

Cold lover's warm kiss
Caress each syllable of song
Love makes joy exist
 
Adirondacks mist
The milk of mothering trees 
Melted on morning's joy

Tongue lark the dark lakes
Water...

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Leave some time for wandering,
wandering is fun,
leave some time for wandering,
the wander’s never done.
It’s okay to plan ahead,
and block out some fun,
but leave some time for wandering,
leave time for the random.

I once went on a...

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STONE

I spent my youth presenting as stone,
sure that protection from the violent vicissitudes 
of the human condition lay in a geologic journey, 
the only real threat the unlikely complications of 
continental drift
Hence, I hadn’t allowed...

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