*

Last year the snake
left her skin on the floor,
diaphanous like the name
of a lovely girl you’ve forgotten—
but not her flesh.

*

Midday silence is different
from nighttime silence.
I can’t tell you how.

*

The face you look out of
is never the face
your lover looks into.

*

The one-eyed man must be fearful
of being taken for a birdhouse.

*

Suddenly my clocks agree.
One has been stopped for several
months, but twice a day
they have this tender moment.

“What I would do for wisdom,”
I cried out as a young man.
Evidently not much. Or so it seems.

*

Fresh snow standing deep
on the phone wire. If you call me,
speak softly.

*

Under the storyteller’s hat
are many heads, all troubled.

*

Each time I go outside the world
is different. This has happened
all my life.

*
The moth just drowned
in the whiskey glass.
This is heaven.

*

Let go of the mind, the thousand blue
story fragments we tell ourselves
each day to keep the world underfoot.

*

You told me you couldn’t see
a better day coming,
so I gave you my eyes.

*

– Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser

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