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Post by MoonyLuna on Feb 26, 2009 16:48:41 GMT -5
You can go blind, waiting
Unbelievable quiet except for their soundings
Moving the sea around
Unbelievable quiet inside you, as they change the face of water
The only other time I felt this still was watching Leif shoot up when we were twelve
Sunlight all over his face
breaking the surface of something I couldn't see
You can wait your whole life
* The Himalayas are on the move, appearing and disappearing in the snow in the Himalayas
Mahler begins to fill the half-dead auditorium giant step by giant step
The Colorado The Snake The Salmon
My grandfather walks across the front porch spotted with cancer, smoking a black cigar
The whales fold themselves back and back inside the long hallways of salt
You have to stare back at the salt the sliding mirrors all day
just to see something maybe
for the last time
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By now they are asleep some are asleep on the bottom of the world sucking the world in and blowing it out in wave- lengths
Radiant ghosts
Leif laid his head back on a pillow and waited for all the blood inside him to flush down a hole
After seeing whales what do you see?
The hills behind the freeway
power lines
green, green grass
the green sea
Copyright Michael Dickman
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Post by MoonyLuna on Feb 26, 2009 16:49:40 GMT -5
Featured Poet Michael Dickman
Michael Dickman was born and raised in Portland, Oregon. His work has appeared in The New Yorker, The American Poetry Review, Field, Tin House, and Narrative Magazine.
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