Monday, April 18, 2016



Under the waterfall

Leaves finally reach

Bottom and stay put,

Every known foliage

Puffed into a hive

May strike you dizzy

When the sun is on them

And water above flows

Clear, the shaken colors

Point into your eyes

First winter light  


Take two squared stones and

Drop them almost side by side

Lift the thinner slab of rock and

Bust your guts setting it on top

Now you got reason to sit down



He watches my entry

Down the tilt of pasture

Clumps of mud sinking rubber boots,

Chain saw load and fuel jugs,

Holds an eye on me

In his one position.

When I set to work he sets to work,

Drops off the long spring of telephone wire.

Through the day picks at brush piles, goes

Back onto the wire, withstands the heat, watches.

It is only when the saw is shut down I hear what

He says, the scale of whistles both sharp

And gentle to the ear, no one pitch alike, perhaps

The voice of many birds together, in this new one who

Peers down as I leave and now stars to sing.


Never see how —

But see how —

The pine tree

Has grown a foot

Since a year ago


Bob Arnold
some of these poems appeared in
handset letterpress from


Jonathan Chant said...

Great poems. Especially like Self-Employed and Tree Planter.

David Emmons said...

Always you have made me feel your friendship again with your words and phrases.
Thank you Bob

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Many thanks, Jonathan. I was working on a "Self-Employed" stone job today. It doesn't seem to ever stop. Not wanting it stop.

all's well, Bob

Hi Ho, David, old framing companion, today I was working your old four foot level between rocks. It was true. Great to hear from you. You know these poems and where they come from.

all's well, Bob

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