11.7.25

Five Poems by Glenn Bach

from Atlas


the triumph of the idea

that breaks the water



something useful: do the houses

touch for cities building up



Mulholland and disintegration

in greater detail / in our collective memory

of Los Angeles who occupies

a central place



do the trees provide the shade

we need



do the garden shadow homes become



do the mockingbird / is singing



severe

like a stone in the sea as the story

takes a turn: disaster looms large

disaster be free

 

 

 

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and is quiet at night.



The first to be discovered

Mandalay: within the anticline

the sand units pinch out



but you don’t)

can walk past them along the

beautiful empty beach is a short walk

the terrain save for berms

and dunes at shoreline



freezes occur

rarely (signs say you need



have a view of the ocean

because of the dunes

several littered items and evidence

of last night’s parties

(and less private) the talk

was on bats



and the sand so clean.

 

 

 

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For light and by bark. After

native shade for the thorns for the

dappled road. Consider the soil



or any plant that suffers

from stress. With rays of lavender

and yellow centers. Disorder



to keep in mind. In bloom

growing white woodland

pictured on a soft-focus

background. Starved or side-



flowering. With staking a rich

backdrop to shorter plantings

in the dappled shade



by thick rhizomes. Like yarrow

and anise hyssop near



stems to the ground. Sets

of true leaves work the soil

down. New growth is the signal



to keep the rooting stem. Deepens

to bronze. To seed. To tufts

by the wind dispersed.

 

 

 

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Sand-borne down foothills of wool those great days of sheep.


The hungry maw of that canyon clay of the ground. Artesian

wells in this village cascade of drought or true spirit.


A striking appearance from the sea. In the shape of good

words and wishes for the greater part of the year.


Plenty to brag of surprises by our city’s land through miles

of beach fronting. Who swelters in the dry atmosphere

of the West. Post littoral striking in a city on its fringe.


Barring an exceptional year of a cruel frost. Edge of edges

in diagonal evidence of the community’s proof of railways.


Reach for the pure air when survivors mute of some intimacy.


Newly wed and the nearly dead upon these parcels of change.


The shore fringed with a haze the only break in the vista.

 

 

 

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aground) of fill and paved

thick with piers

in a contested space like the coast

otherwise be swept out

or surfacing beneath



the incoming

ice rapidly melting. The surest sign

to mirror the outline

of the island (there are



so many dead trees). To invest

in shorelines

that embrace the tides




Glenn Bach