Passive Architect
The Giant Green Road
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Even in the Burren land
places are sectioned off in stacked stone walls
hiking on the skulls
of resting dinosaurs
the heaved up Burren and crossing glaciers
left a bare landscape
algae, bugs and rabbit drippings
soil in the socket holes
slipping through the crack of a backbone
pocketed eyes look toward the water
filtering below into the underground caves
hollowing out the rock below.
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The Manor
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To the birds the Irish children sing
black birds fly
open arms swings with black drapes
undercut weeping trees
a flat sky
purple clouds reaching a nicely ruined castle.
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The thundering ocean below
the backside of cliffs
braided hills
criss-crossed low stone walls
up against the roadway
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Low caves
scaling falls of water
as the tide leaves
trees bend away from the ocean.
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Rhododendrons Escape over the Hills
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Ireland plants take root forever
rhododendrons escape over the hills
a gentleman who was buried at the
Adare Manor with a chestnut
in his pocket warns
over him now grows a
gorgeous shade.
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Southern Ireland
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The peace of thick rivers overgrown
beauty of ancient ground.
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Trees bending out over the earth
fifteen-foot arms reaching upward
swoops so heavy
I don’t know how they are holding.
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Poison Garden
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Cast glass faces in isolation
caged in iron lids beside
cat mint, willow and Wolfsbane.
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The Blarney House
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Yews cut in square planes
yellow thread chamaecyparis
a Barrigan house of architecture
at the Blarney house
concealing gardens
before a snack in the warm stable
sitting at a low teachers desk
for lunch
four of us shared soup
and bread with the birds
before walking into the Druid forest
a deep green and magical place of color.
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The Druid Forest
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A gnarl of deep roots
buried built and cut into rocks
a witches kitchen
the relief of the ancient Appalachians
crawling in the caves below.
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Circular stones ring the central opening
surrounded by overlapping ovals
sturdy pines
a soft needled floor.
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A bold of red Japanese maple
fell recently to cover
the rocky foundations of
where we walk
an entry to the under world
Dolman portals, weeping cliffs
a brook with
heather floating.
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The elephant rough ears swoop
to the stream.
It’s the magic of mountains
secret images in our subconscious
rocks rising from their earth graves
to capture us
in the water spring spills.
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Blarney Castle
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Simply structured pavilions
garden sheds to cover and
hide the foot path
walking into the grounds
a huge fortress in the horizon.
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Stone ledges left empty
holding imaginary floors
circular stair turrets
in the corner towers
a castle rising from
natural rock foundations.
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Beside this, a poison garden
succulents growing in the mortar beds
empty rose cages for the season
wood, iron, fences, houses
taking on the green luster
moss and mold over an island.
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Ancient trees
Sequoia’s arms full of ferns
a museum in the meadow
thick rooted beings
sharing a manicured, vibrant lime lawn
pillars of families and
unlike siblings below
a misty moving sky.
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To NY
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Americans were built on hurriedness.
The to New Yorkers became thousands of ToNY’s.
Our ancestors passed on their intuitive genes
of making business full-time.
Traveling back, four or five generations ago
to the land where your blood is from
reveals an unmistaken sense that the
slower part of you would like to have remained.
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