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[Borderlands
of Reason]
[Asking The Opinion of Alder Trees]
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Borderlands
Of Reason |
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I am afraid of love
in the daytime,
the consequence
of its complete light
upon my fair skin,
the glare of seeing you
in all your glory.
The augury of the tarot
wind-flipping across the room
gave me no clear idea
of what to do
for lunch, or coffee,
or where to find
the proper words
so a friend knows deeply
how I feel with certainty
instead of desperation.
I want to carry you to the stars,
to hear you sing arias,
and know that to keep you safe
is within my power.
It is my wish
we will build a house
of bone and flesh
that survives the heat
the burning affect
of our runaway fires.
If my poem can do anything
it blesses me with courage
to accept my fears
so this sprinting breath
comes upon a love,
recognizes a finish line,
then rests.
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Asking The
Opinion Of Alder Trees
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If the deer drink a spilt beer
but they won't follow the Buddha
up the mountain, what implication
does that have to my desire
for a dark pint of stout
and to be part of the herd
as long as I do not litter
the ground with bio-hazardous
debris and spent bubble-gum?
If Annie has more need for butterflies
than reading the bible
how does she paraphrase
so many of the psalms when she sings
to herself while tending
the blooming place
where the wild things grow?
Deerkeeper walks through my walls
to deliver a message or tells me
he is going south to Taos
for a few days, so why do I feel the need
of this house to protect me
from natural elements?
Why is the Blue Woman arrested
for indecent exposure when she hikes
in the buff, yet gun-toting hunters
are acceptable to civilization?
According to some people in town
Delphi will never find
the straight and narrow,
her true self,
not going to Sunday church
or by reading the tarot with gravity.
If a flower doesn't need Jesus
in order to bloom, why does Delphi? |
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KENNETH
P. GURNEY lives west of Port Angeles where he enjoys being between the
mountains and the ocean. Some years he is a poet who works at a
bookstore. Other years he is a bookstore clerk who writes poetry.
He is the editor of a poetry web site,