The Shale Basin.

The shape of The Shale Basin,

soon to be wintered, shading

the bed of the Puget Sound,

 

etching, at anchor, an orbit

in the near-frozen water,

caught between kelp and canopy of cloud.

 

Low, early December sunlight

casting long shadows, shafting

the surface; an ever-complicated dance.

 

Slow repetition, return and feign

of steel links rising, animated:

the patient stir and rise.

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It’s a slow grind education,

this is what we find.

‘Hejira within the hejira.’

 

Turning on the Puget Sound.

– Howling!

We will lean and learn the breeze.

 

The bell peals, harmonious.

I will become

the buoy in the bayou.

 

I will come when you whistle,

on a quilt beneath the trees.

I will rhyme with leaves.

 

4pm (8am) – a great formation –

of geese – a long shadowed V

across the Puget Sound.

 

Dali could have painted these.

 

And below, in your handmade,

on The Shale Basin.

I will orbit you

 

as you dream…

Here is the corner

where the breeze comes through.

 

And, here, the salmon ladder.

Hand over hand over hand

up another rung. And ranging.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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