Story of Ends
Creation Myth
The Day I Die
First Night Camping Lake Ozette
There Goes a Poet
Men Who Walk With Canes
Black Gold
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After I Finally Die
And once again I’m just
a dandelion tuft of mind rooted in
that greater acreage of mind
When once again
I’m just a chocolate chunk
bedded in that infinite mint ice cream bliss
You will come blazing by
like a comet
spitting celestial fire
And I will exclaim to my fellows
“There goes one with whom for a time
I splashed in the shallows of the body
One with whom I dove deep
into the whirlpools of love
One who by gazing into the reflecting ponds
of her being
saw the finer divots of my own desires!”
And those spirits planted around me
will nod in assent
like eel grass rippling in the tide
As you speed away
like an omen of planetary importance
across some ancient
midnight sky
First Night Camping, Lake Ozette
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