Craig Wisner

Archive for August, 2017

High Country (Daydreams).

rain chased back by a full moon

-visions of a bear in the same silver light

weaving shadow, becoming shadow

rooting in fragrant earth

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lakes cold, mercurial

echoing owl calls

with sweet indifference

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And suddenly we find ourselves out, sagebrush speeding beside the highway, disoriented as if waking from a dream.  Lights and computer screens add to the seeming implausibility of the wind still blowing cool through the pines.  At this very moment.

What else is there to say?