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Jeff Reed

1141 Bont Lane
Walnut Creek, CA 94596
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Wind in the Reeds Poetry

Jeff Reed

  • Themed Projects
    • Chiastic Poetry
    • Sea to Sea
    • Animagus Extinctio
    • Under a Runaway Throttle
  • Lent Projects
    • Autophagy Briefs (2026)
    • The Strange Sum of Things (2025)
    • Butterfly Glory (2024)
    • Psalm 37 Menagerie (2023)
  • Poems
  • Songs
  • Books
  • ABOUT

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August 31, 2025 Jeff Reed

Garáge door úp, óut éarly, retúrning láte, dówn

the dóor on this húb, this híve, this gránd céntral státion.

Góod for refúeling, stóring prízed posséssions.

Kéep it well-óiled. A róof from the ráin,

but the áction is élsewhere, óut there, 

awáy from the hóuse.

But Í am

hére at hóme.

Déstinátion, arríval.

Not a díving bóard but a déep póol

in whích to thrów awáy an áfternoon of tíme

húddled over a módel tráin máking its cláckety círcuit,

Ín the túnnel and óut agáin into the sáme swéet spáce.


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