He went out seeking ( Read more... )

I think about the lead shot in your body ( Read more... )

When autumn knocks me to the leaf-strewn ground
with a full-body tackle,
how can I help but sit on the front step in the morning sunlight, dazed,
with a warm cup of coffee
and my head in a cloud of poetry?

notes:

maples on fire
DJ Makeout King is a sweaty bike slob
be suspicious of old men with pinky rings
check out Trader Joe's for dumpstering
women + bikes + striped clothing = hot (I <3 Mpls)
Flat Earth Tripel = yummmm

winter gathers
at the periphery
of the horizon

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day lily stems are edible. Andy fried them with sesame seeds, paprika, and other spices, but still crunchy. mmm.

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We have several posts and lots of pictures up at our bicycle tour journal:

www.crazyguyonabike.com/doc/ruraleast

Check it out!

 It's a lucky woman who can say she loves her homeland best.

On the ride home last night:


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for Sarah, who is my bluff-sister,

These days
the river cloaks herself
in deep blue storm clouds,
backlit by golden sunshine,
offering up
great belly-laughs of thunder.

The valley awakens,
remembering her winter dreams,
weaving them into
swelling buds
and rising streams.

Across deep mist,
backwater islands host
brash silver maples
unfurling their crimson flowers
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