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Craig Steiger Poem
All the elegance
Of small-scale
Gets swept aside
By this tide
Of tectonic pride
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she dead and scattered
still the dog at the door
waits for her
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Craig Steiger Poem
What perfect desolation
Walking the north flank of Mount Muir
Through a corridor of towering pines
Freighted with new snow,
When the slightest pulse of wind
Sends an ice-dust
Down the ladder of branches
To where I stand exhilirated
As it crosses my cheek
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Craig Steiger Poem
Behold the blue seaswell
That lifts itself
A glassy morning
Out of the sea's heaving breast:
The open ocean wave
That draws itself
Across the rock reef
Cresting toward the fine pitch
That exhilirates the very air
With a perfect mane of spray
-Big Sur
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Locomotives idle at their sidings
The world over
The big Case-Hellwig diesels
At low rpms
Or slow revv flashing what horsepower:
The iron-wheel'd gods
Bide their time...
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A yellow moon rises huge
over great rafts of tundra
near the seventieth parallel:
twelve hundred miles to the Pole.
Under a faint Borealis
a young grey wolf drinks
from a long tire pond
on the road once used
as a shortcut to Sitka
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day's end
stashing tools
back in the truck
a high caw caw
heard
four or five
in loose company
heading east
caw caw
above the ridge
one turns north
alone
caw
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