North of Oxford

shaft
The Cave
.
The most beautiful thing I saw today
was a damaged square of sidewalk
where an old butternut tree had fallen
and cracked it like a pie crust
revealing a hollowness that plummeted
forty feet down into an abandoned coal-
.
mine shaft.A room with walls of coal.
I once entered a cave, felt an ancient comfort.Today
I woke in my room.When I meditate I plummet
and imagine I can understand bird song, the sidewalk
robin, “For this day we thank thee, for thy pie crust
we thank thee, for our lives…” The song falls
.
down the long shaft of being to where I sit, fallen.
The cave was in Missouri; I felt at home inside; no coal,
just graffiti from Jesse James.I could see the crusts
of bread strewn in the bandits’ grotto.Today
however is blind.I pound the sidewalk
with a stick, hear its hollowness.Coins plummet

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