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The Dailiness
"...you cup your hands / And gulp from them the dailiness of life."
--Randall Jarrell
--Randall Jarrell
Taos,
May 2011
An arc of dusk climbs the back of twilight. We watch
a spliced horizon.
Across from Ft. Burgwin,
Taos
Kim focuses his binoculars on a cloud. Night pours by
in
orbit.
June 4, 2:12 PM
Tea
or grass? she asks when I arrive: twisted, tense.
Welcome
to share leaves from her drawer.
Hyde Park, New Mexico Foothills
We
hunt paths down the mountain. Spread streets with tires,
drive
until sun drapes on clouds.
Marfa, TX
Through holes, the dense drone of light.
All intersections and space. Boxes.
Northern New Mexico, Tuesday, August 9,
2011, 3:31 PM
I hide from stitches of sun – dry and long.
Our mountain continues standing still.
October
8, La Cienega bedroom
Yesterday I didn’t tell you no.
I
opened wider in the dusk.
Whole
Foods, Oct. 8
A woman
keeps sticking her hands in the bulk bin: all crystal
ginger.
--Lauren Camp
Featured
Poet, Lauren Camp is the author
of the poetry collection, This Business of Wisdom (West End Press), and is
the host/producer of “Audio Saucepan,” a weekly music/poetry show on
KSFR-FM. She is also a visual artist. Lauren blogs about poetry and its
intersections with art and music at Which Silk Shirt. She lives in a
rural farming village near Santa Fe. www.laurencamp.com
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