for Damon

all the minutes in a year

here you're

one among them

or a star

so far we cannot see you

marias

 "For myself I want nothing from you."

"You are wise in that. I never grant favors."

-Ozma of Oz by Frank Baum

"asked for nothing, expected nothing

no reason for coming except curiosity."

Walking out

into the woods of Vermont 

reminded me things have stood 

longer than necessary,

past expiration.

In Lourinhã

a window seat in the sun

stunned me

into emailing a stranger.

Is there danger in that, reaching out into the unknown?

I sink my heart

into an airborne stone,

find a bedstead below the Fatima Lady,

and Sadie in Vermont,

sleeping,

her old dog bones

glucosamined.

Up the road from your Cabot home

I met a farmstead shrine to Maria.

Is it still there?

I heard curses

Flamenco of one brother, three.

One broke his heel

two threw off their shoes,

all spun round

a box drum.

Outside the dance,

the street tamps down 

brown men.

Should something happen, 

someone always cleans up the mess.

The cormorant's frills made of rabbit tufts

enough white around the eyes to shoot

and kill.

The blue gulf inside the bill,

now rich with

fish and blood.

Flood colonies with oil, spoil nests.

The smell!

Tell the birds. 

Should something happen, 

someone always cleans up the mess.

Without helmets

they stood

under metal rain.

Broken bones,

lost fingers, 

so much pain. 

are we at war again?

Should something happen, 

someone always cleans up the mess.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nurse and cactus

 

night flight

At night
Cormorant
Flying
Under the ice

夜に
鵜
飛行
氷の下で

Yoru ni u hikō kōri no shita de

 

un cuenco roto

 

 un cuenco roto

mi cuñado murió hoy

algo se ha derramado

alguien ha desaparecido

______________________

壊れたボウル

私の義理の兄は今日亡くなりました

何かがこぼれた

誰かが空になりました

Kowareta bōru watashi no giri no ani wa kyō nakunarimashita nanika ga koboreta darekaga sora ni narimashita

__________________________

Broken bowl

My brother-in-law died today

Something spilled

Someone is empty 

winter food

                                                                           

In winter,

to anchor health, 

eat beetroot,

soak groats.

Some thaw meat.

Her father did,

gave us

venison.

sign base, upper paleolithic

https://www.signbase.org/

 https://www.nature.com/articles/s41597-020-00704-x

sounds

Heard a bird before light -

a winter wren.

Then

a bus in snow, slow-

hammered

shifts,

drifts

into

the day's first find -

a footprint.