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July 2012

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Hoppin'

The Puzzle

Life and death are sorted
into cereal bowls, the whorls
of my fingertips exploring
their interlocking edges -

patterns are found,
connections are made, entropy
denied for a brief hour.

San Pedro Mountains

In a valley at ten
thousand feet, the wind
moves like a living thing;
an airy leviathan, a body
made of breath.

It wanders casually among the leafy tops of aspens,
and when it passes overhead the slender trunks wave
sedately, anemones dressed in white and gold,
and we feel the surf wash over us, the gentle pull
fore and then back on the canvas of the tent.
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