mostly
by accident
from
mean & gentle streets & highways
it
cracks when wind overpowers mountains
leaving
only the chill of lake ontario all year round
the
city parks are just over your shoulder
find
the sycamores for your bearings
find
the aspen when you're about
to
give up hope
it'll
carry you to the next dimension
find
the rush of the cuyahoga before it goes afoul
find
a window rock before you lose your sight
follow
the rio grande in all of its tongues
let
your hands reach out to deaden the pain
find
the confluence before the whitewater
takes
your breath away
find
the perfect snow to a frozen wetland
search
the stumps and count the rings
place
your stones and say kaddish
if
you still have tears
gather
them in your beer glass
find
a body on a steamy august
find
a body before the pipes freeze
give
the marigolds a reason to bloom
give
the phlox enough ground to spread the gospel
find
a trail without a trail head
find
a desert that hasn't given up
pick
up trash before the river eats it
don't
take the first words
or
even the second
like
it's an epitaph
---
e b bortz
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