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The Blog Bog
The Mag Rack
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BALANCING SPRING
Sometime in long February
invisibility creeps in
people look
see only cold moonlight
where your breath has been
winter
it's always the same
the bare branches of trees
snow after midnight
the swirl of stars
March balances
on the edge of spring
the last nor'easter
of the season
blows up the coast
on the map blue and white
snow across the northern ice
brushes and polishes the surface
that cracks and sings
echoing off white
rock blue ice
coffee freezes tossed in the air
and more layers
every year
the bay is whitecapped here
the tideline wavewashed and
balancing spring
you wonder where your life has been
a ghost apparent
against the empty beach
Gregg Weatheby
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EVENT HORIZON
In this timeline
you may appear randomly
an errant quark an electron
lost in quantum space
weaving through the reality
of one small town after another or
this small town
somewhere
out of a million skies
to pick this one
as if you had any control
over any of it any way
cresting the horizon
of that last hill
met with the same sameness of color
the brown hills the fogged landscapes
the ubiquitous crows
the skeletal stark black locusts
always the gray you recall
only the blues have changed
the row of finger lakes
startled by the occasional sun
eventually you return
to a place you never intended
with or without
all your faculties
your stories rushing ahead
to greet you
or shadows you trail like wakes
and following suit
you remember
events that didn't occur
the past
is a collapsing star
you shrink
from the crush of it
Gregg Weatheby
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DREAM SCAPE
A man I don't know
(he is someone familiar)
stands in front of me
and draws a sign
an ideogram
first in the air
then on the ground.
It is a woman's name
it is lines in the air
it is furrowed dirt
(it is a woman's name
it is Brigid's cross of reeds
a square with arms and legs or
a knot exploded
(there were lights
no beginning
no end
(there were constellations
a logical bending of lines
(there were ghosts
The man is replaced
by the dog
with the palest eyes
that reveal nothing
there are hands
tying knots
The dog is replaced by the man
(which is the shape shifter?
the dreamer appears in the dream
the man asks if I've seen her
says go to the place
I don't know the woman, the place
they are unknown to me
(they are familiar
I carry an armful of brilliantly colored leaves
that fly in the wind
birds and squirrels are busy all around
a dog with the palest eyes
a place and a woman's name
In a car I don't know
if I'm driving or where
(the dreamer appears in the dream
there is a kind breeze
the car is full of brilliantly colored leaves.
Gregg Weatheby
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