through autumn leaves a …
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I’ll put it back in…
winter stars without you…
And don’t snow geese…
spring scent of nothing …
Another weekend over, under…
The way I rake the desert …
the wind howling horizon…
Sunreal…
mockingbird an octave shy…
a solitary bird calls to …
over my thoughts the hush…
election night smoke from…
in the distance gunshots…
department store sale flyers…
funeral procession the…
sheltered by the bus stop…
corner beggar change is …
snow flurry on an empty street…
white phlox blossoms daring…
on a bare twig rain beads …
up to the summit up to a hawk’s…
shadows fold within shadows…
fireworks at twilight forsythia…
waiting for the sheep to…
in the curve of the piano …
garden hose a silver arc …
the skip of a skipping stone…
how cleverly the word divides…
night paddling the land …
where creek willows weave…
he thinks again of turning…
backstroke the sound of …
light falling…
leaves changing a language…
waltzing matilda two beats…
just past …
across the blue dome of the…
the road home each bend unwinding…