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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 20, 20155:29 pmJul 23, 2015
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Half of it is sky

Half of it is sky

Southbound 87
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl

The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick

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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 20, 20157:00 amJul 20, 2015
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For Purple Mountain Majesties

Purple mountain majesties

Dunes shifting below
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
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Landscape by Patrick JenningsJul 19, 201510:16 amJul 19, 2015
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Sunrise Serenade

Sunrise serenade

In the morning
I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau

From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands

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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 19, 20157:00 amJul 20, 2015
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On time as a healer of precious love

On time as a healer of precious love

When I look back at that breakup
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again

Like paper
Cutting flesh

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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 18, 20152:00 pmJul 18, 2015
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Point Reyes Centering

Point Reyes Centering

To find the center
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be

I like the ocean best

A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore

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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 18, 20158:00 amJul 20, 2015
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Yellow Sky at Night

Yellow Sky at Night

The sun goes down while
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow

How does the physics do that?

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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 17, 20157:00 amJul 16, 2015
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Red Tide of Fire

Red tide of fire

Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 16, 20158:53 pmDec 20, 2015
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Tnorala Dreaming

Tnorala Dreaming

In the time of world-dawn
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens

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Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 15, 20158:46 pmJul 19, 2015
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The Flood

The flood

They come trickling in
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives

For him
Like a rising tide
They come
In ripples

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Landscape by Patrick JenningsJul 15, 20157:00 amJul 14, 2015
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In the ebony hills, an ivory city

In the ebony hills, an ivory city.

This is no tourist destination. It is a small, busy, virile town of subtle charm like so many other small, busy, virile towns. You will never discover the charms if you arrive on the train and depart on the next bus.

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