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sunset clouds
the decoy's touch-ups
in a different hue | sballas |
geese going gone . . .
the thought of filling
my father's shoes | sballas |
shanty town??
the jagged edges
of moonlight | sballas |
koi pond
how we imagine
immortality | sballas |
nuclear disaster
the heads of state
share a cucumber | sballas |
cyclone warning
the cracked red paint
glistens with rain | sballas |
spring day
the cord zings back
into the vacuum | sballas |
downwind
the breath
of lemon blossoms | sballas |
butterfly
lingering on the breeze
her first kiss | sballas |
village road . . .
the jingle of bullock carts
in the mist | sballas |
spring day
announcement said
no flowers | sballas |
progress . . .
the cobweb repaired where
it crosses the gate latch | sballas |
dogwoods
the stench of
baby questions | sballas |
dancing
above the hedgerow
just her hat | sballas |
water
upon water
a spider into the bud | sballas |
easter morning . . .
three silos
on the horizon | sballas |
an eye
in the window
of a birdhouse | sballas |
the pause
he takes on his flute??
spring rain | sballas |
age 88
all the whatchamacallits
in the spring wind | sballas |
third day of snow
neighborhood kids build
a rhinoceros | sballas |
winter morning
two butterflies
warm the garden | sballas |
narcissus . . .
my heartbeat races
towards its end | sballas |
a setback
in her treatment
frost-tipped lavender | sballas |
new minister . . .
gutters guide a spring rain
back to the earth | sballas |
march snowmen??
picassos appearing
on front lawns | sballas |
miles of silence
a chill on my thigh
when he changes gears | sballas |
snowmelt
the caw of the crow returns
to the hickory | sballas |
snowdrops surround
an empty snail shell
pale day moon | sballas |
tsunami . . .
untangling
my knotted rosary | sballas |
post-op
the holy medal's features
imprinted in my palm | sballas |
hunter's moon
the gator's eyes
hold the light | sballas |
more space
for the raven's voice
winter sky | sballas |
cloud dragon
eating its own tail??
epiphany day | sballas |
muted sunlight
the crisp corners
of the folded flag | sballas |
last light
prying a pigeon
from the dog's mouth | sballas |
frost-sparkled paddock
he digs the grave
a little deeper | sballas |
winter solstice
reading glasses
to see myself | sballas |
winter pear
my breath condenses
on the knife | sballas |
autumn trees . . .
getting her to
do the talking | sballas |
end of harvest
pulling out the leaves
of the table | sballas |
secondhand bookshop
red wine stains
in the | sballas |
autumn sun??
"map in hand
i search" | for my grave site |
urban planning . . .
a row of poplars
at ear-level | sballas |
full moon
the scent of cocoa butter
on her baby bump | sballas |
remnants of daylight
the wind rattles
with old mustard | sballas |
mourning
the mask
the mime | sballas |
the knife sharpener
on his bicycle??
falling leaves | sballas |
fish scales
on the serrated knife
catching sunset | sballas |
aspens
in a circle
twilight | sballas |
wild mustard??
to all the wishes wished here
add this one of mine | sballas |
revolution??
i slice the lemon
into itself | sballas |
harvest moon
the circus disassembles
pole by pole | sballas |
first day of school
my son brings home
his peach stone | sballas |
summer stars
my children ask me
to name a favorite | sballas |
a white feather
without a bird
flies by | sballas |
urban sprawl
a huddle of hard hats
and a dead tree | sballas |
too far away
to see the flag
full moon | sballas |
fragrance of cedar
he tucks the twig
behind her ear | sballas |
temple bells . . .
the clink of coins
in ceramic pots | sballas |
i check once again
for any missed calls??
intermittent rain | sballas |
crewelwork
the musty scent
of geraniums | sballas |
high sun
ants to the top
of the okra stalk | sballas |
august rain
the one bitter almond
in a whole bag | sballas |
nailing roof iron
with my father's hammer
. . . the echoes | sballas |
attic light
dust rising from the dark
in the magic hat | sballas |
ebb tide
mangrove roots hold
a downy feather | sballas |
dentist's window
birds picking out
the sunflower seeds | sballas |
low tide
dusk collecting
in the shells | sballas |
the snow melted
fences reappear
between neighbors | sballas |
nuthatch
headlong down the oak
vernal equinox | sballas |
spring morning
doing something new
with pink scarves | sballas |
straggles of mist
ancestors evaporating
in a highland dawn | sballas |
all that stirs
in the river's womb
spring rain | sballas |
log split
a moth
flies out | sballas |
spring shadows??
new razor
for the teenaged son | sballas |
first swallow of the season
modigliani's woman
longing for it | sballas |
resurrection sky
mother somewhere between
here and there | sballas |
one year on . . .
a black-faced sheep
grazes the regrowth | sballas |
winter shadows
adding water to the last
of the soup | sballas |
snow beginning to drift
my mother shares memories
she never had | sballas |
midwinter night
between the swells
beyond the surf | sballas |
meandering
along the ice cracks . . .
a midnight moon | sballas |
camphor flame
a mother directs her child
to pray | sballas |
winter roses
father shows us photographs
he no longer sees | sballas |
deep winter
how often we opened
windows to persimmons | sballas |
here other
than wind's lamentation
nothing is | sballas |
winter stillness??
turkey tracks frozen
in the ice | sballas |
reconstructing
a field mouse??
owl pellets | sballas |
late fall??
squirrelways
in the canopy | sballas |
gifts from my mother
unwrapping them
with their shadows | sballas |
sipping tea . . .
pine needles brush
my window | sballas |
left soaking
in dishwater
the long night moon | sballas |
bright winter night
my head
made of glass | sballas |
dry leaves??
between each step
a silence | sballas |
"no season word
"
yet autumn pervades | her suicide note |
solstice light
i take
what is offered | sballas |
log fire
the steady click
of knitting needles | sballas |
new year's eve??
the harpist's fingers
glide toward midnight | sballas |
autumn begins . . .
the crack of an acorn
beneath my shoe | sballas |
the morning moon
accompanying me
to my new job | sballas |
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