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Monday, March 5th, 2007
Why do I find this moment so exquisite, so rare?
'S'Wonderful,' the blonde woman plays on a fine old Steinway
I taste the salad--exotic greens, Gorgonzola Blue, candied
pecans--and sip a smooth dry Chandon cocktail.
in this most elegant of San Francisco restaurants
The piano notes slide like fresh oysters into ...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
98 in the shade
as ravens circle up to the sun
Heat shimmers from the slickrock
the air is hot
still
silent
Here in the shade
a rattler waits
under a juniper tree
for the afternoon wind
Here in the shade
I sit still
look at marks
...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
WHAT I GOT FROM AM RADIO
It never occurred to me
in all these years
of listening to rock and roll
that I signed up a long time ago
for perpetual teenage torture.
It was always a bad moon rising
over my hopes
that some cute boy would ask me out.
Always running on empty into the parties
and out ...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
My father died in Texas
bound and tied to dreams of love
developed dancing to jazz and going downtown
in the suburbs,
to the movies
died still longing for Ava, Rita, or
any bleached blonde dame
languorous on a chaise,
bored,
martinis dry,
the air thick with sex
wanted a Varda girl for a wife,
bubbly breasts bursting out ...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
it was 8:30 and the LA streets were empty,
the air
silky
warm
everywhere there were flowers--in the trees, in gardens, on the hedges--tulips, daffodils, begonias, ,
colors everywhere and birds singing.
Then,
loping easily and proud
right down the centerline of Montana Street, ...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
As I stand
at the edge of the canyon
I suddenly remember
an old soft-focus black and white
my father took of his city bride
astride a palomino
his raven-haired bride
with dark Indian eyes
She is beautiful and strange at once
and
she is
smiling
into some vague and ...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
For three years or so,
really in order to know,
in order to make order of a scattered life,
I have been making
shelters
shrines
structures in the shape of houses,
though I have found
no Simplicity pattern to follow
have found
no Good Housekeeping seal
to vindicate my plans
I simply find things lying around
--ordinary things--
stones from the ...
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Monday, March 5th, 2007
The chair
she sits in every afternoon
embroidering for the day
some fine young man
will come to her daughter,
will come to the cathedral,
come to give her grandchildren
stands empty now at noon,
vacant by the geraniums
she set outside this morning
stands near other chairs just like it,
empty on the cobblestones of
the village
that ...
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