for seeing
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A man rides his bicycle on the sea. Salt rubs the tires. Sun reflects on the soles of his shoes.
Motoring solo through the immense, silent, parted heart of the forest of Chinon. The birdsong air
Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
Between the keys. Between the chords. Between the notes. Between the sound you make
To ask your Self. In the still of the night, whether bright-starred or half-mooned. In the midst of the day,
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
After all the rain monsooning through the day, cascading through the leaves of the still—green— with-Summer trees.
Circa ‘50s Wichita. Your mother, Gladys, going for her blue rinse,
The keys to the house, or car. The address of a restaurant. The grocery list. The name of a tree or bird or passing acquaintance.
My body. Outstretched. On a deck. Between the Sky and the Earth.
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
Each time you breathe in the Earth’s air, the life-giving air, you breathe out a cocktail of
After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you
At precisely 9.25. When the moon, the first and most abundant one of the new year,
A frosted cake layered with cars and people, rosetted with gulls, points out toward quiet afternoon islands.