Douglas Cole

Coming and Going of Itself

So quiet in fact
you might hear
Octavia’s bell
calling tent campers
to dinner.

Ferry at anchor
in the moonlight

Island dark enigma
in the black night

Pointing at the Moon

When I am free
                and see the codes
                               inside the air

the ocean wave
              the maple tree
I also see
               the old self mind
                              like a drunk
                                             on the ground

searching for his keys

Douglas Cole has published six collections of poetry and a novella. His work has appeared in several anthologies as well as The Chicago Quarterly Review, The Galway Review, Bitter Oleander, Louisiana Literature and Slipstream. He has been nominated twice for a Pushcart and Best of the Net and received the Leslie Hunt Memorial Prize in Poetry. He lives and teaches in Seattle. His website is douglastcole.com

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