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moonlit grass
and black shapes of cattle
a distant flute | sballas |
street fair??
easy to find
the balloon man | sballas |
road-testing
her electric car
the silence of stars | sballas |
chilies roasting . . .
the old pickup truck
backfires | sballas |
getting acquainted
our children
fight over a seashell | sballas |
summer rain
i walk through the odor
of the sky | sballas |
cinco de mayo??
losing my daughter
to the dance floor | sballas |
temple steps??
a man with a snake
offers to tell my future | sballas |
mother's day
i cut the long white root
from a carrot | sballas |
deep in thought
the pitcher plant
wide open | sballas |
warm day
a koi sways
on her fan | sballas |
still not tired
to give??
apricot tree | sballas |
a moment alone
in the desert of iraq
her damaged photo | sballas |
butterfly garden . . .
a big voice answers
a small one | sballas |
the day begins
descendants of dinosaurs
"darting | singing" |
near the mountain top??
the wind doesn't stay
on the path | sballas |
auction day
dead leaves swirl
around the stone seat | sballas |
wordless
in my borrowed tongue
plum blossoms | sballas |
unseasonal heat
a woodpecker
and its ideas | sballas |
a blossom
in the bird bath
sunny side up | sballas |
mind chatter??
interrupted
by wildflowers | sballas |
narrow sidewalk
i'm under her umbrella
for a moment | sballas |
first sumi-e
my apologies
to the bamboo | sballas |
each needle
on the saguaro
first light | sballas |
stray thoughts
a butterfly probes
the netting | sballas |
a handstand
just to see if i can??
honeysuckle | sballas |
one leaf's
slow somersaults . . .
oh to start over | sballas |
grandad's story
candle light flickers
in the snakeskin's eye | sballas |
north wind
the holes
in my beliefs | sballas |
valentine's day
i divide
the orange segments | sballas |
he rolls a smoke
with blunt-tipped fingers . . .
huddled sparrows | sballas |
winter sun
the spine of one book
out of line | sballas |
a blizzard outside
i want to believe
what the preacher says | sballas |
kindling
no time like now
for that first kiss | sballas |
power breakdown??
a mother nursing
in the dark | sballas |
canyon winds
pine cones skip
from cliff to cliff | sballas |
ragged clouds
how it feels
to hold a rake | sballas |
chicken wire
the softness
of the rabbit's nose | sballas |
labor day
the crease finally worked
into new shoes | sballas |
hot night
an odor widens
her nostrils | sballas |
dog days
the ice cream jingle
a four-measure loop | sballas |
the close of day??
only a peg and a finch
left on the line | sballas |
low in the west
under the belly of a dog
the setting sun | sballas |
summer pond
no more room
for the blue sky | sballas |
day moon
the street vendor's arms
gleaming with bangles | sballas |
hearing it first
through the dog
distant thunder | sballas |
evening moon??
the last bale of hay
ascends the conveyor | sballas |
a baby's lost sock
soaking up the dew
dandelion spheres | sballas |
meandering stream
clydesdales rest their heads
on each other's rumps | sballas |
worlds apart??
two river-worn pebbles
in my palm | sballas |
graduation packed
a door is open
to the cooling world | sballas |
cornflowers
brighten the kitchen
my mother's eyes | sballas |
hot blue sky
lamb's blood
on the rook's tongue | sballas |
our cab ride
one love song long ?
spring moon | sballas |
young daughters
whisper in the gallery
statue of zeus | sballas |
rain-pocked dust
the shell of a snail
not yet hard | sballas |
cooling the air
trees in a village
sketched by c?zanne | sballas |
another mother
calling her child too??
the dark of the wind | sballas |
crescent moon??
the cat grooms
the tip of his tail | sballas |
first spring day??
picking up
a warm stone | sballas |
into the teeth
of a cherry petal wind
sparrows | sballas |
a tangled nest
of fishing line
spring birdsong | sballas |
stern wind
the branch an osprey
adds to its nest | sballas |
the kittens
can't yet see us
spring night | sballas |
overflowing mailbox
arm deep
in forsythia | sballas |
steppingstones
in the pond
tadpoles | sballas |
muddy pond
i play the role of a ghost
to fish | sballas |
cold snap
the scent of garlic clings
to his meat grinder | sballas |
year's end
clouds carrying off
scraps of moonlight | sballas |
tracks
of the pallbearers
winter dusk | sballas |
unlabeled shapes
from the back of the freezer
winter stars | sballas |
daylight moon??
the pregnant moose
settles into snow | sballas |
candlelight??
the room shrinks and grows
with every breath | sballas |
closed casket
the funeral director's
peppermint breath | sballas |
winter stars
the fishing holes
left behind | sballas |
deep winter
the old cat squeezes
between us | sballas |
winter's end
a smell of curry
in the old people's home | sballas |
river gravel
the stone
i once skipped | sballas |
freeway drizzle
he helps his only daughter
move out | sballas |
october sunset
the glow of tomatoes
on the sill | sballas |
the mugo pine
gathers maple leaves . . .
my husband chose me | sballas |
sweater weather
the tip of a cane
in the crosswalk | sballas |
gibbous moon
a paper cut
from | sballas |
awakening
to the fly-off shuffle
of pigeons from the roof | sballas |
a grackle
in every tree
random thoughts | sballas |
train rails
lead away from here??
autumn wind | sballas |
not as funny
as it sounds
dead duck | sballas |
strangler fig
the cooling shade
around me | sballas |
 ?????night garden
all the births and deaths
that will go unrecorded | sballas |
virgin forest??
moonlight sinks into earth
with my pee | sballas |
least bittern . . .
i hold the paddle tight
against the current | sballas |
our passing breeze??
a do not disturb sign swings
on the hotel door | sballas |
summer dusk
a white flag waves
from the tree house | sballas |
dying embers??
a few new twists
in an old ghost tale | sballas |
what we don't speak of??
the rain-soaked gate
swollen shut | sballas |
releasing him . . .
the bull trout's back
scarred by talons | sballas |
drifted sand
over campfire ash??
summer's end | sballas |
paddy fields . . .
a heron glides past
bent backs of women | sballas |
the hills stir
with unmown hay . . .
summer dusk | sballas |
faraway voices
fishing nets thrown
in the spotlight | sballas |
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