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