Ken Zimmerman
Poetry
“the space between a sleepwalker’s outheld arms” Bill Knott
Preparation
one at a time, chink by chink, you fill gaps in the stone wall
Along the North Fork
I could easily spend another lifetime here…
washing hands
there’s something sweet and awful in it
Treadmill and Ultrasound
I can see you beating there on the screen in grainy black and white…
seeing through the wound
i’m working under shadows…
Poem for the Wanderer
i made a river…
This Is How
It will happen quietly. You won’t know it, at first…
An Explanation
I, too, love the colorful flowers…
Wildness
I love what’s wild more than anything cultivated to an excess…
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