Center
the sea
(body of water, salt flats, briny water I walked out to
naked)
of singing to you
water of voice
wanting you in it in here floating
desire
along
the profile
the lake is my entry vision kind
heart
pumping
to touch
I follow you along the edge forever
yr lines enough to be with a few minutes of that
come home with
where the limbs of the body meet
water
water
liquid
diet
death of this looking looking over you
to where the piñons stop me
snow over the ground
the wind after two days died away
here
all I pour floats in the center of the page
pressed wood pulp
the liquid is hope I wont give up give up
you cd look from the center once
to the center skin against skin
of my soul
God is fulfilling
age over a tripod crapper
come to the sage
looking back over the years of dry spots
the grave
& the wind with rain/snow comes to you
I sing to you
only
I enter
smoke in the wind over the house
& music in the air
that you will enter of yr own tributary & all
with me
tho over & over & over & over again
you havent
where do I miss
still
the center of me flows
waiting .
larry goodell / placitas, new mexico /15Dec1967
photograph is from early in 2014 at las huertas creek in the sandias . . .
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