Earthbound
       

Big sky flexion,
a guess. I unfold
my map. Here is Aldebaran
here is Polaris. Little crevices
slicing the moon. Walking far,
the corrosive light.
To the left, an odd species
of tree, feeding on dawn.

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Earth at night
reveals things we
diurnal folks wouldn't believe.
Love's enough though.
What was it the great man said:
I have walked too long for death.

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Oddball nebula,
nefarious smooch.
In the land of the very-hot-pepper eaters,
moonshine tastes sweet.
Pack your passport, your cutlery kit,
a little sense of your own unknown.
Odor of crushed fleas,
sound of one horn
in a field of mice.
Sweep me, the frail dust mite said.
Star flesh isn't rotten,
but covered in lice.

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Two micron all-sky survey.
From Amherst to spaceland
the scholar of Aztec calendars
flew. Something about rain,
the thick scent of it,
like moist smoke.

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from Exhibit of Forking Paths
Coffee House Press
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