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over old ground . . . a dunnock's search in winter shrubs
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low tide gull and gannet shadows pick shells
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spring peepers raindrops stipple the creek in chorus
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cherry buds so much effort to be nice
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prom day?? on my daughter's waist a boy's hand
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village in the mountains . . . a stray dog becomes our trek guide
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baptism song a turtle slips into the river
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yard sale a family portrait bought for its frame
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just how to hold you paper kite
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willow the limits of happiness
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towing a rainbow baby duck
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pool filter a child's collection of dandelion wishes
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beach cottage the musty smell of old novels
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cradling her belly?? waiting for someone who is already here
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autumn?? i count once again tulip bulbs in the bag
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the bus is late . . . across the twilight river the wheeling starlings
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another morning of mares tails the wisp of a sigh
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different carols two drifters singing for spare change
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indian summer the soccer net ripples with a goal
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remembering to let them speak first cosmos in the rain
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change of seasons i catch myself talking to the wind
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waiting room someone whispers ?be morning soon?
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an inchworm grasping thin air christmas morning
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the old moon everyone else i?ve outlived
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back to school unlearning the whole summer
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the way it feels to hold you gibbous moon
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still reflecting upon creation dragonfly eye
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manna gumtrees the sugar glider's belly before the moon
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chalk line the screech of infinity
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schoolyard fence?? when did i end up on this side?
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a berry's curve in a crow's beak harvest moon
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autumn sky the paint worn thin around the birdhouse door
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watching the deer watch my morning train pass by
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faces put on at the family gathering?? watermelon rinds
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pasture tree its shade shapes the herd
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lonely is a place inside the call of a loon
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bomb shelter?? my old belongings huddle in the dark
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night sky our long look at the past
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sunrise the full arc of sprinklers
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foxglove a hummingbird adjusts the breeze
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concrete?? the jungle within me
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cold overnight no way of knowing where the loon will surface
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the night's crickets never silent never seen
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adjoining properties?? the cut of the mower blade
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afternoon tea my mother speaks her history
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white butterfly i?m also ready to surrender
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hayshed the old iron roof straining daylight
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telephoto lens the loon's call comes into focus
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summer commute again a truckload of crushed cars
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trail signs?? pausing to find myself
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her eyes say yes fireflies
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reflecting pool . . . she tosses coins in without looking
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lake of stars the taste of polaris
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spring whistling through a blade of grass
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mild weather their argument continues outside
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war veteran . . . lobbing grain at his hens
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blue rain a kayak frozen in the slipstream
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pool drain the frogs i couldn?t save
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town gossip?? a rototiller's blade turning up stones
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army hospital he finger-spells i love you
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buttercup meadow a blackbird rises at the twig's snap
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recession?? poke salad growing in a sidewalk crack
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remembering . . . a maya's feather in dawn light
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the almost of crabapple buds hazy sky
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i will not leave?? apple blossoms collect on my shoulders
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incense for remembrance water trickles down the mountain side
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matching exhales with the sleeping dog . . . bone coloured mist
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soapsuds?? mother tells me how she?d like to die
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construction site yellow ribbons outline the future
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puddle in the umbrella morning sun
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childless i measure time by how the willow grows
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easter fog lifting a blowfly rises from roadkill
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cemetery bees her last diploma made of marble
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you are here the crisscross of snow flurries
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newly-fallen snow the warmth in a hare's paw
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shortest day of the year a peculiar voice from each appliance
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her last words snow falling on beech leaves
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thirty below zero losing my faith in turtles
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morning moon a peregrine begins its dive
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mouse the sound is enough
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soft moonlight a second owl answers
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wings of grass what remains of her snow angel
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streaming towards the winter sunset crematorium smoke
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closing time winter dusk slides down the book drop
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summer the sound of rain on canvas
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moonlit the pure white life of the lily
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dog days the damp dishcloth begins to smell
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empty fairgrounds?? tent peg holes half filled
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the last light in the hollers of children
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heat lightning for all the right reasons we wait
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distant lightning a blackbird tears flesh from a ripe cherry
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milkweed drift i take my chair outside to wait
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i lift her she lifts me the four-year-old
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overcast morning . . . a yellow warbler tests each branch
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imagining i?ve learned to dance?? first quince blossoms
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more thunder ants do ant things to the peonies
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honeymoon island?? she brushes sand off the chessboard
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at the campfire another round of ringtones
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the marigold in a plastic cup mother's day
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bobwhites throughout the canyon sunset colors
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