as published in Southern Light: Twelve Contemporary Southern Poets
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Sprouted on the thinnest soil
Rooted to a rock
Footholds in fissures
Dappled sunlight
Scattered on your leaves
Nourishes root and branch
Icy water numbing toes
Above a waterfall
I cling to a rock
Upon a cliff
Water cascades to the abyss
Only you and I see
The girl with the golden hair
Haloed by the sun
One hand in mine
Moonbeam
As published in Southern Light: Twelve Contemporary Southern Poets
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Flame red hair
Dressed in black
Surfing down a moonbeam
She dances under oaks
Bare feet on mossy turf
Gathering shed skins on snakes
She buries a dog skull
'Neath tobacco and herbs
Pale skin in bare moonlight
On a mountain top
She presses next to me
Full moon burns through a tree
Time's Geography
From an out of print chap book
Behind the waterfall the reds
and blues sparkle and shine
Behind the rushing stream the
rainbow forms and dissolves
Leaving the illusion
the droplets flow downstream
I emerge from the river
They flow down my chest and arms
A fire of driftwood warms me
Logs burned cannot grow again
I cannot cross time's geography to where
I held you close, felt the beat of your heart
I collect my belongings from your car port
Leave my key, and float downstream