with the scrap of kindling held up victoriously
like a celebratory scepter i call a jubiliant,
welcome home while mid-fire-building
to baigz who walks in the door
of the not-yet-warmed kitchen
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the deer carcass
under a juniper tree
hard to tell in the dusking light but might
have been a casualty of a missed shot or
who knows but her entire rib cage
overturned and unsheltered at least five feet
from her skin, her doe eys
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icy peach is the pre-sunset sky report over here
and over there she sunset reports
We had icy peach too!
And scarlet ibis feathers.
And lemon peel.
and one of the things i realize
while staring down sky trying to come up with more
is that the difficulty comes not from trying to name the color
but to name the color/light combo
and later i report back again naming the sky’s progressions:
cigarette glow
and neon blaze
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the rosyness of stan’s cheeks
against his white hair
making me think he would
a perfect santa claus
though he might need to get padded/gain weight