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Mike Cole

With You

(for Christy)

At Horseshoe Lake,
a pocket of snowmelt,
you swam in the rain,

and on the other shore
those hikers in their ponchos
leaned on walking sticks

and contemplated
your abandon
to cold water.


Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of Central California near Yosemite.


 

 

Mike Cole

Glacier Point Moonrise

Tonight the full moon will climb
the curved shoulder of Half Dome
and we will stand at the lip
of Yosemite Valley and watch
as the miles of spires in the east
are tinged in pale silver


Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of Central California near Yosemite.


 

 

Mike Cole

Black Flame

The last time
you came to me
the night broke
into black flame
and I breathed
just once
before I rose
like windborne ash
and swirled to meet you
where we both became
the same idea.


Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of Central California near Yosemite.


 

 

Mike Cole

Adrift

Somewhere between
continents of ice
a solitary gray whale
barnacled and festooned with
scavengers and other hangers on
drifts in search
of what one might call
love.


Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of Central California near Yosemite.


 

 

Mike Cole

There is
this morning
snow
on the ridge
out our kitchen window

and we are glad
for the cold
and the brightness.


Mike Cole lives and writes and waits on the arrival of poems in the mountains of Central California near Yosemite.