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Two Poems by Douglas Cole

Thought Experiment

I am painting the door
to the garden
and I am reading
Orizaba Blues beneath
The Buddha fountain

tending to a stomach ulcer
and my tai chi den tien
glowing from the black
hole of several decisions
which means I am
in the basement
refining the invisible hand
reclining on waters of the deep
awake even when I sleep

Sabbatical Under the Bridge

I was once of that heroic voice
bringing heaven to the stones
the beach trembled underfoot
and every step I took
an artifact rattled to the surface
here an arrowhead
there a scraper of hides
squinting in the afternoon light
I saw the tanning racks
and the summer lean-tos
and by some code in the blood
I knew that silver moment
in the angle of light
the cool steel cut of wind
signaling the time
we go back over the hills
to winter homes on the river

 

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