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Full of Mystery
a floating rock
a floating rock
quiet light
54.88587° , 132.35055°
in the tongass
spawn of Cerberus’ rabid foaming slobber
a super supermoon
as beautiful as time
who is to say there is more of a reason
you can breathe again
at the edge of the dark
music our ears strained toward
never can more come to be than is
of change and sea and fire and sky
the summer sky
all we need for a good time yet
57.270826, -133.631931: the deep blue sea
not so different
paulownia leaves sound off in autumn rain
Each being being being’s link
57.03686, -135.27614: the iron door of the north clangs open
The day we wake to is our own
But I am searching for the compass as the gulls go scudding by
55.013721, -132.395197: The sounds of humans are not found at all
art is everywhere
a blazing and fast-fading November sun
64.842855, -147.781354: August morning coffee and tunes
55.53, -130.792: Punchbowl
Huge open space and a very loosely defined version of ‘road’ that went on and on
A beautiful poem
untarnished as herring
The run
Idiosyncratic