Away and Gone

Andrew Ruzkowski

I want to square the ridgeline

 

What jagged blue exists in the south

 

Much like the white pines

their soft wood and pollen

 

Birds I do not know call

ghosts and meridians

 

A wonder of smoke

 

Will travel for

Will become or will do nothing at all

 

It is quite perfect to be away from home

 

What different lines gather

and of course desire drives

 

A host of sounds

What ever makes them

 

I wonder as fluids turn monsters

 

An unmaking occurs each time

I look for some particular thing

 

Red seedling

 

Yellow flower

 

Watching the dawn is not hard