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1.
Blown to pieces
It ended
Hook, line, and entrails
The blowfish
Puffed harder out
Than it should have.
2.
Cone stared back
At red squirrel
They chased each other
‘round the fir.
Not that it matters much:
The squirrel
Always wins.
3.
No one hears
The rubber scream of worms
Quite lengthy and horrid
One may add,
When robin slurps
Morning mud.
4.
Trailing behind
Bird
Was snake
And right behind them
An old man
With a poem.
5.
Subtle she was not
An old eyeless racoon
A stump left for a paw.
Her saggy skin and rattling bones
Sweeping the forest floor.
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John Wayne walked
As Wisconsinites do
Every Winter
When frigid cold tumbles
Humbles
Two-legged gait
On
All kinds of ice.
So does walk
Timothy Oliphant
Come to think of it.
He walked on sand there,
In Hawai’i,
But not for very long.
Same thing.
It is the kind of sidling
Desert snakes do:
Half tentative
Full-blown cocky;
But without butts
Or lopsided heads.
I see a deer dancing
On the frozen lake
And say:
“There goeses
The Waynes and the Oliphantes.
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Got a cat
Named
Ibu-Profeen.
Every meal
After kitten
She got heavier
And heavier.
She meows to be
Carried about:
In the snow
In the mud
Over the sand
Dunes.
I am near pain
Sometimes—she’s so fat!
But Ibu-Profeen says,
In real good English:
"Take two
More."
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What trace
Of fish madness
Remained
When trout
Leaped
And
Frothed
The water,
Mayflies
Brushed away
In silence.
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A man and a woman
Dragged Earth into the Titan’s council.
The woman claimed it was hers; Gaia.
The man, Oceanus, said it was his giant clam;
Mother and son duking it out.
The elders, ill-tempered Titans themselves, listened.
Gaia insisted the planet was female.
Oceanus protested and said it was male.
The elders, wise women and men, laughed.
The woman pointed to lava, mist, and valleys
And said, “See? All features of my body!”
The man touched mountain peaks, dark forests, and deep seas
And said, “See? It resembles me more.”
The Titans, half-jokingly, suggested:
Why not cut Earth in half;
Woman gets lava, mist, and valleys
And man, mountain peaks, forests, and seas?
Neither woman nor man wanted that.
They wanted Earth to belong
To only one of them or nothing at all.
One of the blessed-twice souls,
The oldest council member,
Took Earth by the Himalayas
And tossed it far into space
With man and woman
Chained to it and to each other.
Blessing them, she-AND-he said,
“Together you shall survive,
If you can.”
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NORAD’s tracking
Santa around the world.
The minute
The WOKE saint
With a cookie crumbled
Filthy beard
Crosses US borders
He’ll be ICE-ed.
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Carlos: Do you think we’ll get away with this?
Don Juan: I tricked you into coming to this desert shack, didn’t I?
Carlos: I mean … Do you think we’ll make any money?
Don Juan: A bunch! I make it up; you write it down.
Carlos: How do we start?
Don Juan: “There was once a prickly pear who fell in love with a magic toad …”
Carlos: Wait a minute! My advisers won’t go for that!
Don Juan: OK. How about … “There is a hidden self, that’s Nagual-magical, connected to the entire universe to be unleashed by not-doings?”
Carlos: Wow! Heavy! Tell me more.
Don Juan: (setting his pseudo-profound bull generator to 'start')
“… Rebirth is the hidden knowledge of universal understanding and of us. You and I are storytellers of the universe. The goal of inner Nagual impulses is to plant the seeds of liberation rather than failure. We are being called to explore the galaxy itself as an interface between conscious living and unconscious sharing. By flowering thusly, we exist while manifesting the dreamtime. Nothing is probable: try or try not.”
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Pliny, the elder, heard
About beavers
And their magical testicles
From a vagrant
Russian merchant.
On his bestiary
He also praised unicorns
And the naked
Gymnosophists
Of the far Orient;
The vagabond sages
Who only ate
Once a year
And beans at that!
(Like my mother used to say:
“Everywhere in the world
People eat beans.”)
One of these hierophants
Spoke for trees
And interpreted
Their seed spread
As omens.
(Some truth to that:
Seed pods harbinger
Drought and merry times.)
Yes, Pliny
Wrote what he heard
And wrote much of it
So much that my toponymic
Ancestral brethren,
In Hispania Tarraconensis,
Wanted it all that wisdom
For themselves.
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1. A Chihuahua, a Pekinese, and a wolf, all circle a tree, sniff, and pee.
But only the wolf circles back and covers its tracks.
2. Even today, there may be more than one species of man.
That might explain why some “develop” real estate
And others are happy to trek across untamed land.
3. What does a tree say about you? (Never mind what we say about them.)
4. If a child was bent on destruction, and later as youth and man, he bullied the rabbit, razed the hill, and broke the creek, then we have us a psychological problem.
5. A fox in a man is not the same thing that a fox around his neck.
6. There are things one can do about gophers and pesky deer.
There are things one can do about men in black suits and shiny shoes
That read your land on a map.
7. There is little that nature can do against raping men except whisper
“Help” downwind.
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22. Soil Report: February 2nd. The soil broke free with my bare hands. Woke up grubs and startled roots. I can’t wait. They can, a little longer.
23. I can’t wait to hide behind giant sunflowers again!
24. If personality is like a vase, do we simply put pretty flowers in it or break it free into a thousand pieces merging with wild places.
25. Crow’s voice is hoarse from screaming at hawk. Hawk keeps flying higher and higher, laughing.
26. A cat went missing. Then two. Today, the flycatchers sang with a jubilant voice: “Thank you hawk!”
27. Another riddle: Who has a different voice walking on four and then two legs?
28. Soil Report: February 26th. Black soil yielding to my four sisters planting.
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