Swim in an Outside Room

I watch the city as it leaves over my shoulder

and I watch the moon and star follow

one another, the star circles the cusp of the moon.

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Churches are resurrected off glossy faces in the mountains

I swim in an outside room, the small rooms grab you

I am in the vast mountains

floating myself in a pond to take leave

floating back to a rock sky

disturbances are counted in the number laps

back and forth, reaching my toes

like children throw pebbles into a brook

the ripples we have made eventually fade.

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One wine with my dinner

I set my table alone

then drive around the mountains again

down a dark road in the evening.

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There are such towns of people

where codes, law and peace

all abide between yellow houses

and gold hills

Their minds have sought and their children discovered.

I touch dusk just after it is black

and make a drawing to suffice myself.