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she tells me I missed
a beautiful sunrise
black no sugar | tempslibres |
children's voices
who will tell the dandelion
it's a weed | tempslibres |
her obituary . . .
the things we did
that summer | tempslibres |
a homeless man
rises from the sidewalk
Easter morning | tempslibres |
brightening sky
after the eclipse
a skylark's song | tempslibres |
steady rain
a little salt
in my beer | tempslibres |
crescent moon
the new home still full
of echoes | tempslibres |
first pussy willow
I open my notebook
of unfinished poems | tempslibres |
the curved back
of a garden Buddha
winter rain | tempslibres |
year's end
the time it takes a contrail
to dissolve | tempslibres |
deep in the woods
leaves drifting over
what used to be a wall | tempslibres |
autumn light
nobody I know
in the obits | tempslibres |
autumn leaves
I follow
their drift | tempslibres |
where the carpet
is wearing thin
autumn sunlight | tempslibres |
as old as I feel
on a gray morning . . .
autumn equinox | tempslibres |
evening calm
her garden the color
of moonlight | tempslibres |
awake
in the dark
the darkness | tempslibres |
narrow path
I make way
for the butterfly | tempslibres |
coming home . . .
the scent of the ocean
before the sound | tempslibres |
Labor Day
a fly buzzing around
the leftovers | tempslibres |
poor neighborhood
a dog barking at the end
of a rope | tempslibres |
vacant lot
hardly worth
a haiku | tempslibres |
steady rain
where the bookstore
used to be | tempslibres |
class reunion
an old friend's glance
at my name tag | tempslibres |
Easter vigil
candle flames tremble
at our breath | tempslibres |
just passing through . . .
a parking lot where I saw
Gone with the Wind | tempslibres |
train window
the landscape coming
to a stop | tempslibres |
a furniture store
where the church used to be
vernal equinox | tempslibres |
midnight
the silence beyond
the streetlight | tempslibres |
waving goodnight
after the party
the chill | tempslibres |
the white coffin
she was buried in
this winter light | tempslibres |
first snow
a walk through fallen leaves
to my childhood | tempslibres |
harvest moon
the things I have left
undone | tempslibres |
harvest moon
she tells him
she's late | tempslibres |
downtown
pointing the way
with her cigarette | tempslibres |
twelve years old
learning to pronounce
Hiroshima | tempslibres |
an infant asleep
on her mother's lap . . .
this heat | tempslibres |
the silence
around our words . . .
fireflies | tempslibres |
winter moon
a tired old man
in the mirror | tempslibres |
the laughter of children
running uphill . . ;
Gettysburg | tempslibres |
waiting up
for their teenaged daughter . . .
distant fireworks | tempslibres |
evening rain
she lets down
her hair | tempslibres |
at the end
of a long afternoon
my faded shadow | tempslibres |
awakened
by moonlight
an old regret | tempslibres |
only the wind
off the ocean
Omaha Beach | tempslibres |
a few petals
left by the sweeper . . .
sunset clouds | tempslibres |
locked out
I write a haiku
about daffodils | tempslibres |
another spring
who will tell the dandelion
it's a weed | tempslibres |
powdering the dog
a child asks if fleas
go to heaven | tempslibres |
Valentine's Day
shaking the snow
from the roses | tempslibres |
a toast
to the departing year -
snow turns to rain | tempslibres |
after a storm
the absence
of a tree | tempslibres |
waiting room
the steady hum
of the fish tank | tempslibres |
in the nursing home
she talks about the brother
no one talks about | tempslibres |
the morning sun
on grandma's grave
first butterfly | tempslibres |
writer's block -
staring out the window
at snowflakes | tempslibres |
Easter Sunday
the carefully trimmed beard
of the young priest | tempslibres |
reading
the tea leaves . . . the gray
in her hair | tempslibres |
new moon
an orange-eyed opossum eat
its dead | tempslibres |
the doctor wants
to take a closer look . . .
coffee gone cold | tempslibres |
good news
from the cardiologist
autumn butterfly | tempslibres |
dusting the books
I'll read when I have time
winter solstice | tempslibres |
Indian summer
the slug's pneumostome
wide open | tempslibres |
burning leaves
the kiss she'd give
before we'd part | tempslibres |
dried leaves
hurry down the path
standard time | tempslibres |
sleeping late
this autumn morning
the bed half empty | tempslibres |
crisp wind
the taste of the apple
just after picking it | tempslibres |
night wind
the moon in a corner
of the window | tempslibres |
on the beach
by the ancient city
sand castle ruins | tempslibres |
rain
mixed with snow
spring equinox | tempslibres |
Valentine's Day
we let the champagne
go flat | tempslibres |
her head
bent over tea leaves . . .
how old she's grown | tempslibres |
long winter
my wife slows her pace
to mine | tempslibres |
undressing for bed
I find a hole in my sock -
the winter wind | tempslibres |
returning spring
in the dawn light she looks like
my first love | tempslibres |
morning prayer
the patter of rain
as I reach amen | tempslibres |
teenagers
exchanging promises
summer's end | tempslibres |
75 today
I walk through a puddle
because I can | tempslibres |
her Alzheimer's
a dragonfly
goes . . . comes | tempslibres |
last of his line
the year of his death
still uncarved | tempslibres |
snow falling
on the headstones . . .
just and unjust wars | tempslibres |
petals in the wind
my neighbors practice tai-chi
in the parking lot | tempslibres |
first firefly . . .
she asks me to repeat
what I just said | tempslibres |
first light . . .
after the car alarm
birdsong | tempslibres |
second martini—
I like the way she asks me
if I twitter | tempslibres |
my first bite
of persimmon—
a trace of Shiki | tempslibres |
Holy Week
she teaches her grandchild
to light a candle | tempslibres |
another spring
I revise
my death poem | tempslibres |
winter break
I hope I'll be home
for the crocuses | tempslibres |
garden Buddha
morning rain washes away
the snow | tempslibres |
the age
I used to call old . . .
winter solstice | tempslibres |
quiet Sunday
a winter fly
too slow to kill | tempslibres |
old photo
I recognize
my father's silence | tempslibres |
hard times
the car salesman's
missing tooth | tempslibres |
starry night
one firefly
after another | tempslibres |
Assisi sunset
pilgrims gather
at a gift shop | tempslibres |
city sunset
he buys her
a rose | tempslibres |
red light
the bus driver reads
his horoscope | tempslibres |
flag pin
in the salesman's lapel
Memorial Day | tempslibres |
the soft patter
of a computer keyboard
midnight solitude | tempslibres |
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