I’ve been listening for deer on the deck
again; iced planks must be like grease to them.
I’ve been learning to pocket logic now
and then; it senses night, eliminates
its thrill. I’ve been fading like light behind
sunglasses, like footprints on hardening ground.
I’ve been banking on the banners over
heresies; they fly free. I’ve been moving
in a direction; whichever. I’ve been
believing nobody. I’ve been pulsing.

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D. R. James’s most recent of nine collections are Flip Requiem (Dos Madres Press, 2020), Surreal Expulsion (The Poetry Box, 2019), and If god were gentle (Dos Madres Press, 2017), and his micro-chapbook All Her Jazz is free, fun, and printable-for-folding at the Origami Poems Project. James lives in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. https://www.amazon.com/author/drjamesauthorpage