Friday, November 28, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 28

This curve of road,
the turn of fall
to winter, my

terrible emptiness
this morning.


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Thursday, November 27, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 27

Lights flash
at the railroad

crossing –
no train coming.

Wild geese
above honk their

warning,
turn, heading south.

I am
here at the edge

of winter
and here I stay.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26

First snow
in November –

summer's gone,
over.

Thin white
blanket on the last

grass. Such
dreams we'll have

of bears
and battening.


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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 25

A football
flies out from
the playground;

a leaf
crosses the road.
Would that I were

headed home.


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Monday, November 24, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 24

Fallen leaves,
heavy wind –

the big dance.



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Friday, November 21, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 21

A whip of trees,
the wind, and what

the wind has
blown away.


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Thursday, November 20, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 20

Leaves crossing the road –
a river of wind,

wisdom in sorrow.


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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19

Dis-
carded sorrow,

the pros-
pect of snow.


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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 18

Along the road
dead skunk

on red blood.


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Monday, November 17, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 17

November. Heads
of cabbage still

in the farmer's
field. Who dreams of

sauerkraut?


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Friday, November 14, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 14

Look at
a word

until
it means

something.
Look at

the world
the same

way.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

Thursday, November 13, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 13

Why,
getting what I
want,

have I
got nothing

again?


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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12

You can pretend
it makes sense, or

you can laugh.



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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 11

No,
I don't
know what

it is
or where
it comes

from.


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Monday, November 10, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 10

Sunrise like a
Japanese

lantern in the snow.


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Friday, November 07, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 7

Words –
why not

silence?


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Thursday, November 06, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 6

The last thing
they expect

is nonsense,
yet it's all

you've got,
and often

it's enough.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 5

It's not that
the poet sees

it better
than we do –

it's that he
knows it's there.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 4

Poet's cup,
like scooping his

hand in the sea.


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Monday, November 03, 2008

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 3

You can yell
all you want –

the poem will
not come out.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

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