dear janet:
(oh) let me tell you ..
they make rain in seattle
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a/
i think:
how long since i have heard you ..
is the moon so virtuous in seattle
and are you too devout to your life(?)
or now do you walk down a street
and the street becomes you
then do you move as the bee
on the whims of experience(?)
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b/
i think:
teach me your speech
of spells ..
they do induce drowsiness
and vapors of the stocky chords
from the bobby sea and
tell me again about water,
the disposition of lakes,
rivers, channels, & bays ..
how do you cross over
and how is it that you change(?)
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c/
you think:
tides are, of course,
a rhythmic rise & fall
but the cause is an impelling attraction
by sun by moon on earth & its waters
concerning rainbows ..
they, yes, are a type of construction of color
of light of sun reflecting on the air-bound waters
suspended in an arc up beyond us
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d/
you think:
water envelops us,
it is an element
of our atmosphere
humidity measures the amount of water
as vapor or a gas in a portion of air
and vapors can become fluid
influenced by an adjustment in temperature
and an adjustment in the saturation in a portion of air
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e/
i think:
it seems equally mystifying here
to see condensation streaked,
tan, orange sometimes yellow,
across the upper levels of sky
.. many times though
never to contact earth
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f/
you think:
it is right to confuse wind & current
these are indeed movement of air
though wind is the horizontal
and current the vertical ..
so then they are products
of variances in pressure +
the warm against the cool
the light against the heavy
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g/
i think:
i understand climate realizes itself in stages
on the olympic peninsula, the land reflects
on its emotions above ..
and driving from the straits,
do you feel your feelings rise
under the parental eye
of mount olympus(?)
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h/
you think:
i dream of a sky
in this certain color
and now i am in it
at shipyard’ dusk,
relative to southwest
spokane street
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or here in a post storm,
layers of atmosphere
above a bridge of possibilities
via an afternoon,
i motor affectively
from west vancouver
to the stanley park
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i/
i think:
the closeby planets set at dawn ..
and i envision a first light
bouncing up off the trampoline
of the harbor & the inside of you leaps
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j/
you think:
is it for joy
that we persist(?)
i walk/escape to a café,
the outdoors is wistful
and i order a bright coffee
then visualize myself,
with you, a friend, a companion,
who enjoys to imagine me
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