• Light Ebbs and Flows
    Gently Beneath Skies So Blue
    They Touch Your Soul


    And a Rich Silence,
    Rising with the Heat, Whispers
    Calm and Solitude


    In Red Rock Canyons
    On the High Desert, Time Finds
    It’s Natural Rhythm

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  • Above the Daily
    Roar, The Gentle Whisper of
    Wind and Trees Dancing

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  • Let Us Go, Then, You
    And I, To The Prairie of
    Tall Grass Taller Trees

    Let Us Go Out to
    Blue Sky, Floating Hawks, And All
    The Swooping Swallows

    Yes, Let Us Go To
    Lingering Summer Sunsets And
    All The Stars Beyond.

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  • Diving Into Green.
    The Happy Sighs of Trees Lift
    On the Warming Breeze

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  • Human Traces


    Designed, Constructed
    Ambition Made Physical
    Each Passion Rendered

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  • The Fauna


    Like Us and, Yet, Not.
    Distant, Ambiguous Shamans
    Tell Us Our Stories

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  • The Flora


    Figuring Things Out
    Patiently as the Land and
    Just as Mysterious

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  • The Land


    Sometimes Burnt, Sometimes
    Green, Always New, Old Beyond
    Our Imagining


  • Waiting for Springtime
    Hoping the Tide has Turned With
    Every Liquid Drop

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  • Telephone Wires Drawn
    In Orange Above Sunrise
    Polished, Empty Streets

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  • The Sharp Edges Carved
    By a Sub-Zero Sunrise
    Could Draw Blood if Touched

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  • A Frozen Sunrise
    Whispers Springtime in Pastel
    Light on Roofs and Sky

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  • In Deepest Winter
    Even the Night Sky Freezes
    Turning Slightly Blue


    Touch a Match to Wood,
    Light the Fire and Warm the House
    Sparks Fly up the Flue


    Cold White Vapor
    Paints That Black Night Sky Like the
    Memory of Sunlight

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  • A Few Rose Hued Clouds
    Mirrored by a Scattering
    Of Frost on Red Roofs

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  • Sunrise Drips Autumn
    Down From Clouds To Treetops and
    Across Frosted Lawns

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  • Sunshine Breaking Through
    At Day’s End Casts Flannel Light
    On Umber Fields

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  • I Have a Valet.
    He Attends Me Each Morning
    He’s a Big Red Cat.

    ,


  • First Light and Golden
    Shadows in Tree Tops, Above
    Rising Mist and Frost

    , ,


  • Of This Golden Day
    I’ll Recall the Painted Leaves
    The Silk Breeze and You

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  • Summer Labors End
    The Sublime He Sets aside
    Godly World Making

    And the Divine They
    Seeing That it Is Good They
    Sigh a Divine Breeze

    And Sing Her Delight
    In Blue Skies and Brightest Leaves,
    Cool Nights and Warm Days

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  • All of a Sudden
    Locust Trees Shouting Fall in
    Yellow Confetti

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  • Weathered by Years, Grey
    Barn Leans on a Horizon
    Of Ripening Wheat

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  • From Glacier, Water
    Runs East, West and North. We Head
    South to Yellowstone

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  • Crossing the High Plains
    I was Unprepared for the
    Religious Training


    Cleansed in Molten Shades
    Of Summer Green, Sienna
    Grass and Golden Wheat


    I Was Ready
    When the Mountains First Appeared
    For Genuflexion

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  • Sun Silvered Blacktop
    Cleaves High Corn Below Blue Haze
    At Summer’s Far End

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  • The Short Order Cook,
    On Break, Sits by a Window,
    Stares, Rubbing His Jaw

    Morning Sunlight Falls
    In A Single Bright Shaft and
    His Stained Chef’s Whites Glow

    A Small Sacrament
    As If This Light Had Escaped
    From Some Cathedral

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  • Mid-August Morning
    Lazy Breeze Stirs Scent of Fresh
    Mowed Grass. Work? Really?!?

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  • The Dust on My Boots
    Is Grey and Powdery, As
    If Rock Turned to Ash

    All That Heat and Noise,
    Thrown Out Across a Valley
    Now Cooled and Stilled

    Three Weeks On and Still
    Those Boots Show a Memory
    Of Mt. St. Helens

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  • Q-tips and Toothpicks
    Unlocking the Memory
    Of Light in Stained Glass

    , ,


  • Pulling Back the Drapes
    I Found the Sunlight Shattering
    Against All the Leaves

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  • Crickets Calling to
    A Time Warped Dust Bowl Sunset.
    Still Summer Winds Down

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  • A Night’s Rain and Wind
    Polishes the Shadows Cast
    By Morning Sunshine

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  • Lush Late Spring Fields Draped
    On the Hills Like a Beloved
    Shawl on Bare Shoulders

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  • Tom Hennen. Rubbing
    His words on my face like a
    Baby Eating Cake

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  • Life is Wont to
    Offer Compensations He
    Said Thinking of You


  • Where the Curtains End
    The Geometry of Light
    Shows a Building’s Edge

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  • Poppies Bloom Again
    Roots Pushed Down Through Earth and Time
    Lift Up Memories

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  • Outside my Office
    Trees and Lake Call Me Awake
    In Spring Blues And Greens

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  • A Rose is Blooming
    In My Mother’s Garden of
    Beloved Children

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  • Brighter and Brighter
    As Time Burns Away
    The Dross of Memory, You Shine
    Brighter and Brighter

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  • Like the Arrival
    Of Joy, Spring Clouds Blue in the
    Full Moon and Are Gone

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  • Snow Filled Furrows and
    Bare Tree Limbs Debating Spring
    With the Singing Birds

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  • Evening Clouds Feathered
    Across the Sky in Lumened Grey,
    Lightest Rose, and Cream

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  • Chasing Comets with Davi


    Two Years of Driving
    This Road In My Mind With You
    Tonight Actually There

    Shocking Accident,
    My Presence Now, And Yours Then,
    At The Tree’s Scarred Base

    We Both Have Gone On
    But Only I Can Return
    And Wonder Why…

    Davi Dohm 1975-2011

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  • Bright White, Late Winter
    Drifts Rise on the Fog to Frost
    All the Trees’ Branches

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  • Snow Drifts Breaking Blue
    Over the Cliff’s Edge As If
    Distilled From Pure Sky

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  • Winter Winds Painted
    In the Drifts Trailing Fence Posts
    Along the Covered Fields

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  • Winter Sun Seen Through
    An Eagle’s Spread Tail Feathers
    Snow Carried Aloft

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  • Sanded Country Roads,
    Like Lost Paths in Leafless Woods,
    Revealed by the Snow

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  • Sunrise Softens Night’s
    Geometry Into My
    Neighborhood Skyline

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