The Panther Beds

Walking further
into the county’s wild
beyond the pavement
and the road

he climbed
out of the redwood forest
into the tanoak
and finally

on the edge
of the serpentine
below the ridge
of the chaparral
he saw
the panther’s cypress

The grove was thick
with young trees
and the soil well covered
with scaly leaves

Amid these
were the snags
of burnt elders
(just a few)
left to their rotting

The cones opening
in the heat
of the reproductive fire
that killed the forebears
left a carpet of seedlings
that now enriches the barrens
by the brush
and ledges
where the panthers breed



Avocet, 2000

The Cirrus Sky

I don’t mean
To belabor
This mountain

But I always
Come to it

It must have been
A day like this
With parents
And children
Standing there
When the thinness
Of the air
Came in
And the unobstructed
Distance
Pulled

Feeling this
And its casual
Well-being
I happened to look
Up
And saw it

Over the parched
Horizon
Of brush and oak
And dry pasture

The wind
Spreading
Clouds
Of ice




--Avocet, 2001