On Saturday
at Hatcher Pass
I traveled
to another galaxy,
launched myself
onto a hillside,
landed on
a plant-carpeted planet,
started looking
for constellations
of dark-blue clusters,
delighted in
my own little
blueberry universe.
A.H. 8-25-15
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
After
Only after
I lost control
of the day
and dropped it
did the light
reflect off
the jagged edges
of the
broken hours.
A.H. 8-16-15
I lost control
of the day
and dropped it
did the light
reflect off
the jagged edges
of the
broken hours.
A.H. 8-16-15
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Edible Geography
Each raspberry
is its own
little world
of flavor
red continents
clinging to
a core,
edible geography.
Every strawberry
has its own
landscape
of ridges
and valleys,
fruit geology.
Tiny rubies
sparkle
on the currant bushes
as I mine
their depths,
scarlet lapidary.
A.H.
is its own
little world
of flavor
red continents
clinging to
a core,
edible geography.
Every strawberry
has its own
landscape
of ridges
and valleys,
fruit geology.
Tiny rubies
sparkle
on the currant bushes
as I mine
their depths,
scarlet lapidary.
A.H.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Meeting My Favorite Politician
Wasn't a formal meeting
what with the mayor
sprawled on the floor,
eyes closed.
Still, I could
get behind
this politician;
Stubbs the cat,
mayor of Talkeetna.
A.H. 8-2-15
what with the mayor
sprawled on the floor,
eyes closed.
Still, I could
get behind
this politician;
Stubbs the cat,
mayor of Talkeetna.
A.H. 8-2-15
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