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Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days r… Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies.
All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out
Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw… I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering on a sheet of cardboar… Feet stuck in my pack
One afternoon the last week in Ap… Showing Kai how to throw a hatche… One-half turn and it sticks in a s… He recalls the hatchet-head Without a handle, in the shop
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and ...
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m.
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
I first saw it in the sixties, driving a Volkswagen camper with a fierce gay poet and a lovely but dangerous girl with a h… we came down from Canada
We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek Reached the pass, went on
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
At the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild