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village pool
children beat sunlight
into stars | sballas |
the attic . . .
my short-lived dreams
under the ceiling fan | sballas |
road just paved??
a cucumber picker hoists
the wooden crate | sballas |
starry night
my child makes
more than one wish | sballas |
solar eclipse
the cat aroused
by settling birds | sballas |
sandcastle
my child in
his own world | sballas |
no longer lovers
the rosebush you gave me
has bloomed at last | sballas |
longest day . . .
children fishing
for ant lions | sballas |
black clouds
the rain barrel still full
of cobwebs | sballas |
shy girl
first to notice
the hummingbird's tongue | sballas |
clear-cut forest
the way
no longer the way | sballas |
monsoon wind
that touch of dust
on the rain scent | sballas |
summer morning
a butterfly floats through
the teashop door | sballas |
mojave sunrise
a splinter swells
my fingertip | sballas |
shirts versus skins
a vulture spirals
into the sky | sballas |
historic tour??
the guide points out buildings
no longer there | sballas |
may sky??
from head to tail
the cardinal's vibrato | sballas |
a fisherman
on my weeping rock . . .
azaleas in bloom | sballas |
buttercups dot
the downland pasture??
capering rabbits | sballas |
bee season
she asks me to listen
to her fruit trees | sballas |
summer rain??
the potted plants
push against the glass | sballas |
lilacs at dusk??
"""ready or not"
"here i come""" | sballas |
billabong splash
the next turtle climbs
to the snag's tip | sballas |
on her cheek
an eyelash darker
than her own | sballas |
frosted grass
the new calves
butt heads | sballas |
first day of spring
the murmuring pulse
of raven wings | sballas |
coin in the mud
sinking deeper??
heads and tails | sballas |
window warmth
flies that came in yesterday
want out | sballas |
softly raining
this planet has so many
"mouths | so many teeth" |
skies softening
the pond ice
breaks from shore | sballas |
spring flood
the ache
of old loves | sballas |
barn swallows . . .
pop leaves the door
open a crack | sballas |
rope marks
on the mustang's neck
spring wind | sballas |
after the rain
smell
of childhood | sballas |
gray light
of the coming rain
a raven's cry | sballas |
life alone
licking
the ladle | sballas |
the full moon
above a field of snow
staying up a while | sballas |
deep winter
the sound of mail dropping
through the slot | sballas |
she shows me
the first snow
a finger on her lips | sballas |
coffee to go
a dusting of sugar
in with my change | sballas |
crow caws
a flow of sap
from the maple trees | sballas |
long thaw
porridge putters
in a pan | sballas |
almost spring
the lace of my running shoe
trips me again | sballas |
dried apricots
a comfortable silence
between us | sballas |
the worn away paint
of canted boats . . .
geese winging in | sballas |
aubergine clouds
a peacock's shriek
deepens the gloom | sballas |
skillet rust
stains the sink . . .
whirling leaves | sballas |
overcast day
how does it go
that song about love | sballas |
beach stones
the weathered softness
of old jeans | sballas |
autumn air . . .
the diminishing trail
of voices | sballas |
steady downpour
a forever stamp
on the condolence card | sballas |
autumn rain
buttoning the thirty-six
pearls on her gown | sballas |
fog in the valley . . .
the cd she gave me
stutters | sballas |
a killdeer pretends
her wing is broken
the smell of cut hay | sballas |
summer day
a census taker pushes
the rusty bell | sballas |
the slight hesitation
before our sails fill
summer's end | sballas |
spring breeze
it's just not the same
with open eyes | sballas |
our house for sale
blossoms for apples
that won?t be mine | sballas |
spring morning . . .
balloons cover
the vendor's face | sballas |
a line borrowed
from another poet
spring rain | sballas |
high clouds
the crane worker lowers
himself | sballas |
a warbler
weaving the song
into blossoms | sballas |
school closings??
the snowmen arrive
flake by flake | sballas |
the second opinion
no worse than the first
groundhog day | sballas |
fat bellies
of sparrows
february's extra day | sballas |
winter sunshine
a cockroach also comes out
of the hole | sballas |
late-winter twilight
he comes home
without the dog | sballas |
speaking my mind . . .
a log tumbles
out of the fire | sballas |
winter night
the slow circling
of the bar rag | sballas |
finches flit
through dry stems??
winter shadows | sballas |
waking
into absence
late winter | sballas |
a snow goose
cups its wings to land??
curve of the shore | sballas |
spring melt
the susurration of water
in the tea kettle | sballas |
scattered leaves
a chaplain flips the pages
of his prayer book | sballas |
glacial potholes
a shrike returns
to the cholla | sballas |
rainy night
the slam of his car door
brings a sigh | sballas |
a row of dryers
twirling their contents
longer days | sballas |
churchgoers??
ice floes drift together
at the river's mouth | sballas |
spring
an airborne squirrel
open-pawed | sballas |
mother's bruises
turning purple
holy saturday | sballas |
the long eyelashes
of the easter pig??
nightfall | sballas |
first warm day
the training wheels
come off | sballas |
coat hanger rust
on his church shirt??
winter comes early | sballas |
veteran's day
it whips the way
wet flags do | sballas |
a rose hip
bright in the snow
pearl harbor day | sballas |
christmas eve
searching for the beginning
of the scotch tape | sballas |
the red-deer herd
packed tightly together
winter sunlight | sballas |
cut from driftwood
a cross stands
on the headland | sballas |
the church fills
with smells of overcoats??
morning mist | sballas |
her small hand in mine
we scrape a rising tone
from the metal bowl | sballas |
a misty halo
around the streetlight
smoking hoodies | sballas |
morning quiet
a thin skin holding
the yolk intact | sballas |
tumbleweed . . .
kids on bikes
in hot pursuit | sballas |
neap tide??
gulls grubble for clams
in the mudflats | sballas |
spent shotgun shells
our legs find the rhythm
of the tracks | sballas |
shades of autumn
the gleaners come
in rat-grey coats | sballas |
wave after wave
the godwits leave
for siberia | sballas |
sunstreams
the donkey's neck stretches
into august barley | sballas |
far away thunder
the polished rocks
in the river | sballas |
spirits
on the painter's brush??
autumn woods | sballas |
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