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Suddenly
somewhere in the fog
Crows calling | tempslibres |
New year’s day
Donkeys aflank
to sunrise | tempslibres |
Oregon summer
The haze from distant wildfires
turning the moon red | tempslibres |
When my time is done
remember I saw swallows
taking their first flight | tempslibres |
Flank to the sunrise
Old donkey taking winter
one day at a time | tempslibres |
Withering daisies
Brittle petals littering
the dusty pasture | tempslibres |
A young deer peering
at me around the hedgerow
"Then | the silent leap" |
October daisy
bedraggled but still upright
The cold morning rain | tempslibres |
Herding a young deer
through the gate to its mother
Steady autumn rain | tempslibres |
Patient old donkey
waiting for her morning hay
Gray August sunrise | tempslibres |
Orion rises
dragging Autumn behind him
Late August morning | tempslibres |
Foggy day --
On the Verrazano
the car vanishes | tempslibres |
wooden Buddha
with a cracked head on display
no buyers | tempslibres |
hibiscus
under the eaves
frost burned petals | tempslibres |
the fish lazily surface
in the pond nearby ~
the sun on my teacup | tempslibres |
dusk-
an unfinished sweater
on the rocking chair | tempslibres |
sleepless night -
the whistle of a distant train
going where ? | tempslibres |
last straw rejection --
the telemarketer tells me
I'm too old | tempslibres |
poetry meeting
I try to read my haiku...
a frog in my throat | tempslibres |
here and there
breaking through the dusk's mist
bright lights | tempslibres |
mountain pass
we rebuild the cairn
to fit the wind | tempslibres |
a back road
and a flat tire . . .
the peach blossoms | tempslibres |
voices of loons
cross the misted cove
call and response | tempslibres |
storm clouds -
the roofer talks about
overtime | tempslibres |
nearly eighty -
opening
a jar of preserves | tempslibres |
long after
the funeral service
- the unspoken words | tempslibres |
rainy day--
they give me back
my shoelaces | tempslibres |
paper couture-
she wears my love letter
close to her heart | tempslibres |
weathered wall-
a hint of the height marks
left behind | tempslibres |
backwaters -
i row my boat
into sunshine | tempslibres |
orange and fuchsia -
the way the sun sets
on her saree | tempslibres |
prayer lamp -
something of me
in the moth dust | tempslibres |
charcoal graffiti -
a heart on the mud wall
bleeds in rain | tempslibres |
masala chai
in an alien street
a whiff of home | tempslibres |
collecting shells -
a bit of sea breeze
in my pocket | tempslibres |
autumn rain -
a clay duck’s lidless belly
fills with stars | tempslibres |
summer butterfly
a girl wearing a white dress
in the morning breeze | tempslibres |
covid-19
a butterfly trapped
between the doors | tempslibres |
Valentine’s Day
another heart attack
in the old neighborhood | tempslibres |
prairie dogs—
mares tails
over Little Big Horn | tempslibres |
morning fog
a railroad crossing
at the end of the world | tempslibres |
ginko
the group returns
with a hundred selfies | tempslibres |
Easter Sunday--
my mother's bible
stuffed with obits | tempslibres |
spring morning
a railroad bridge
into fog | tempslibres |
idle conversation
the daffodils nodding
In the breeze | tempslibres |
Indian summer
a yellowed postcard
falls from the book | tempslibres |
lighting
the paper lantern--
autumn sunset | tempslibres |
Groundhog Day
another friend
returns to earth | tempslibres |
missing you
the cry of the loon
from shore to shore | tempslibres |
murmurs in her sleep--
the moon slips behind
the clouds | tempslibres |
cold night--
snowflakes settle
on coal cars | tempslibres |
winter evening
the last dried pepper
goes into the soup | tempslibres |
interstate
an Amish buggy wavers
in a thermal | tempslibres |
dusk
the space between us
filling with snow | tempslibres |
winter solstice
the Virgin Mary receives
a new light bulb | tempslibres |
soft jazz
candle light and lip gloss
in the corner | tempslibres |
Earth Day...
slowly the anesthetic
takes effect | tempslibres |
August 6--
my father does not say
good morning | tempslibres |
cloudburst
the last nail hammered
in the rain | tempslibres |
autumn chill
the mausoleum covered
with sparrows | tempslibres |
autumn chill
the chalkboard screeches
at her touch | tempslibres |
signal station
a woodpecker taps
in the dusk | tempslibres |
snow flurries :::
a blue jay's feather
clings to the yard | tempslibres |
snow glare
onion bulbs sprouting
from the bag | tempslibres |
geriatric ward--
the table groans
when they fold it up | tempslibres |
sun dog--
so many names
carved on the cliff | tempslibres |
Easter--
an anxious mother calls
in the wind | tempslibres |
breathless --
camellias falling
one by one | tempslibres |
starless night--
Las Vegas spills
over the desert | tempslibres |
fragile morning--
a blue psilocybin in the middle
of the garden | tempslibres |
spring wind --
the magnolia sweeps
the sky | tempslibres |
night shift --
he tree frogs sing a road
through the forest | tempslibres |
a dark horse
with a blue harness --.
winter solstice | tempslibres |
cold spring --
burnt waffles
and raspberry jam | tempslibres |
mid-summer --
the nighthawk cries between
Pittsburgh and heaven | tempslibres |
on the roof late --
my brother hammers nails
in the moon | tempslibres |
New sheets.
I remember
your hands. | tempslibres |
soft rain . . .
the way the oncologist
"says ""we""" | tempslibres |
thinking of her
in the past tense . . .
cloud shadow | tempslibres |
the beggar
counting coins . . .
first stars | tempslibres |
twin towers
repeating their absence
day after day | tempslibres |
waiting for a call
from the son who never calls –
Mother's Day | tempslibres |
post-election
washing the dishes
doing the laundry | tempslibres |
wave from a kid
riding the carousel . . .
summer's end | tempslibres |
abandoned factory . . .
parking spaces marked
Reserved | tempslibres |
eighty-third birthday
I read the directions
one more time | tempslibres |
a day
at the beach
June 6 | tempslibres |
night rain
drumming on
my mind | tempslibres |
old friends . . .
the garden fading
into twilight | tempslibres |
petals in the wind . . .
my neighbors practise
tai-chi | tempslibres |
home for Christmas
the fruitcake we always
pretended to like | tempslibres |
autumn leaves
my fear
of falling | tempslibres |
cold moon
the sound of my words
in her eyes | tempslibres |
the heat . . .
a silent fountain
drenched in moonlight | tempslibres |
trick or treat
I promise the vampire
the dog won't bite | tempslibres |
fireworks over . . .
the silence
of the stars | tempslibres |
walking home
after the rainbow
a crescent moon | tempslibres |
Omaha Beach
the sound of wave
after wave | tempslibres |
Memorial Day
old enough to remember
a time between wars | tempslibres |
Memorial Day
we try to remember
when the war began | tempslibres |
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