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Every tan rolling meadow will turn… Freeways are clogged all day Academies packed with scholars wri… City people lean and dark This land most real
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
O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear
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 ...
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
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.
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
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
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
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
He crawls to the edge of the foami… He backs up the slab ledge He puts a finger in the water He turns to a trapped pool Puts both hands in the water
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
I went into the Maverick Bar In Farmington, New Mexico. And drank double shots of bourbon backed with beer. My long hair was tucked up under a…