What can a poet do to make any difference in a pandemic? Two days left to get four of my kindle books free – Here’s sample from Early in the Day

What can a poet do to make any difference in a pandemic? Two days left to get four of my kindle books free – Here’s sample from Early in the Day:

“Bend, Oregon: The Fourth of July 1972”

Tall pines, bed needles beneath,

ash below rock precipice:

He has come to an end of

denials, and flows with the cold

stream of melting ice.

He cuts deep with the rivulets.

He molds crevices in mud.

He tears with the falling water

and leaps rapids of rock and time

diving for the valley.

Surrounded there by sorties

of mosquitoes, water wrigglings

of snakes, he drifts through swamps

in lazy near stagnation

to the waterfall, and midair dances.

He becomes mist.

He powers the small generators.

He runs to the city

and becomes the river,

suspends the swimming children

and the sailboats highing to the wind;

and he reflects fireworks by night.