nature

Colors of the Night

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i forget (as we sit here,
our hamstrings on the boat’s spine)
the colors of the day

was the sky as blue as the jays
darting in and out of trees?
were the forests a mixture of
pine and deciduous greens?

your mouth reaches mine
like the palm of a blind man
cupping my lead home

all i can see now (day washed away)
are contrasting colors of night
silver, black, gray, and white
as sharp as noon in my sight

you press against me (i reach out)
clasping the colors in my hand
your movements trapping them in memory

black unblurrable jagged mountaintops
over silver unpretentious waves of lake
sky’s gray bosom bursting with rainclouds
beneath the full serving of white moon

i forget (breaths heavy with dew)
the colors of the day, see only
carved out images in colors of the night

Glass

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a hill that even
the toddler tries to roll down
mother tangled in dizziness
surrounded by trees
thickest oak in eastern Kentucky
(takes three of us
to wrap our arms around it)
a forest
as real as it gets
with disc golf mountain bike trails
a muddy creek
and “looks like glass” waterfall
log from one side to the other
yes
in the middle
of
the
city
houses lining the park
with Bermuda grass beauty
sister brother-in-law niece
and i think
why isn’t this my home?

Bullfrogs

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they have never seen
or collected one by one
bullfrogs hopping into the water
quicker than a wind shift

we pace like predators
around the pond
tiny whispered voices containing
excitement over bulging eyes

there are no mountains here
only hills so dense with trees
you’d never see the rocky bottoms
when we’re so used to rocky tops

instead horses swing reluctant tails
in air as thick and slow as syrup
and we watch a turtle slither on a log
and frog after frog hop into our hearts.

Sunday

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we move through Sunday
finishing written work
reading words from foreigners
disappearing into imaginary worlds.

we step into the reality
of controlled chaos,
endlessly flashing lights,
banging balls, screaming children.

birthday party aside, we slip into nature,
our shoes sliding across dirt
that tickles the wind with views
of waterfowl-filled wetlands.

this isn’t the church he grew up with
(the one i never knew)
but with fingers interlaced
we can still see the true beauty of God.

Spider

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how venomous are you
with your crab-shell back,
your daintily long tan legs,
and your sparkling beauty
of a fly-trapping web,
waiting here for our
(lost search) discovery?

Heaven on Earth

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Dedicated to the Glenwood Canyon Bike Trail

the sky here is always blue
(clouds sneak in each afternoon
but the mountain air chases them off)
and in the morning you just might see
(you just might, if you find the soul of God)
a herd of bighorn sheep
(brown now, September leaves golden)
startled by you
and the dawn that tickles
their grass-eating lips

you can stop your pedaling
or keep going
(keep going)
because the beauty doesn’t end there—
you will breathe it into your lungs,
the light heaviness of
the red rock canyon,
the perfectly laid path that winds
along the river that
has carved out this magnificence
so you
(you, them, everyone)
can taste for these delicious
high altitude moments
Heaven on Earth.