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sand covers
the salmon bones??
autumn begins | sballas |
teeth on its catch
the rasp of an otter's breath
autumn dusk | sballas |
deserted trail
my heart skips a beat
over a turtle | sballas |
inside pitch??
learning to pronounce
new names | sballas |
morning prayers
her hopi flutes stacked
in the sunflower can | sballas |
hospital window??
a fingerprint against
the summer sky | sballas |
long summer
another dog
snarls at me | sballas |
lily-of-the-valley
the effortless dance
of butterflies | sballas |
spanish guitar??
leaf shadows flicker
on the empty floor | sballas |
on vacation??
the sound of the inn
settling | sballas |
exam table
my feet sway
to an old song | sballas |
hole in the footbridge
i spit
straight in my face | sballas |
rusty gate
the beaten track
of its swing | sballas |
nearly spring
a new facade
for the bridal shop | sballas |
daffodils??
in first grade i played the one
in jesus? garden | sballas |
small town garage
miss december
nineteen ninety | sballas |
navy housing
she plants her garden
in pots | sballas |
two steers
rub their heads together
morning chill | sballas |
sleety rain
the flowered umbrellas
sold out | sballas |
spring greening
a teat for each piglet
but one | sballas |
hometown visit
an urge to go full tilt
across the speed bumps | sballas |
spring dusk??
a camellia follows
the curve of the moon | sballas |
a bare bulb
burning in the barn??
winter fields | sballas |
winter grasses
a break in our
interconnectedness | sballas |
hallway light flickers??
i inch towards
the dead mouse | sballas |
idling bus
the driver blows
into cupped hands | sballas |
long talk
the sunny side of the street
has switched | sballas |
cold ocean
moon shards leap
from waves to rocks | sballas |
bedside watch
a barn owl shrieks
in the snowy spruce | sballas |
winter morning
i shovel the drive twice
waiting for the hearse | sballas |
deep inside
the city's sound
winter crows | sballas |
snow moon
two porch chairs
facing each other | sballas |
?regrets . . . i?ve had a few?
too much apple
on the peel | sballas |
colors change
telling jokes
in a foreign tongue | sballas |
december sunset
the red inside
the mare's thin coat | sballas |
withering wind . . .
a hurt with a name
i can?t pronounce | sballas |
christmas dinner
the fifth burner
finally ignites | sballas |
a moonlit pumpkin field
in the rearview
she fixes her makeup | sballas |
all souls? day
zombies return
to the costume shop | sballas |
what's left of my faith:
light from one star
in a blue-black sky | sballas |
firelight
the hiss and crackle
of an old lp | sballas |
december rain
the scooter bumps
room to room | sballas |
new coolness
more neighbors know
my dog's name | sballas |
school desk
one name carved
deeper than the rest | sballas |
moonlit shadows
his hands find
my dark places | sballas |
no voice
but for the stones
autumn brook | sballas |
hazy moon??
dad's walking stick
knocking in the trunk | sballas |
small-talk
a flock of starlings
settles on the fence | sballas |
her due date
the apple at the tip
tilts the limb | sballas |
corn husk dolls
she hardly remembers
the old place | sballas |
central park
after a jogger
the pigeons regroup | sballas |
autumn leaves
the river picks up
its pace | sballas |
morning yoga??
the curve of a lizard
on the wall | sballas |
thunderclouds
the soft boom
of a bittern | sballas |
strewn mimosa
a carnival creature
snaps at the crowd | sballas |
ripened corn
i write the last line
to my thesis | sballas |
a cockroach
on the welcome mat . . .
motel dusk | sballas |
anywhere sun
finds the creek
water striders | sballas |
six o?clock news
i magnify the world
of a praying mantis | sballas |
lunch hour??
a whisper of pigeon wings
enters the conversation | sballas |
wasteland
the dandelion head
emptied of seeds | sballas |
last night of summer
the old cat and i
go out with the stars | sballas |
traces of light??
the way back
to the stars | sballas |
a bit drunk
the sea
softly crashing | sballas |
a perfect circle
drawn in the sand??
my hand trembles | sballas |
crescent moon
bare arms brush
evening primrose | sballas |
mallards drift
into the pickerelweed
lazy afternoon | sballas |
creek crossing
her hand in mine
one rock at a time | sballas |
she calls
to tell us she has news
dandelion breeze | sballas |
red chili pepper
i compare her calendar
with mine | sballas |
letting the day take me . . .
a sea otter
floats on its back | sballas |
low tide
the metal detector
misses sunset | sballas |
campfire sparks??
someone outside the circle
starts another song | sballas |
unfazed
by my problems
the moon | sballas |
horsetail clouds??
a biker shrinks
into the open miles | sballas |
new year's day
waiting
for the wishbone to dry | sballas |
snowflakes . . .
no two winters
quite the same | sballas |
the time it takes
to thaw the breast milk??
winter night | sballas |
winter seclusion
yeast froth rises
in candlelight | sballas |
in the quiet
of a love scene
our cat purrs | sballas |
decrystalizing
the jar of honey . . .
january sunrise | sballas |
a howl
crossing the ice
the moon | sballas |
late in the day??
the hiss of water
boiling over | sballas |
winter thaw
the spilled seed cool
to the touch | sballas |
gulls cry
in a gun-metal sky??
the still water | sballas |
circling her grave
a bitter wind
shifts the family | sballas |
the hedgehog
yet to hibernate . . .
rain-matted leaves | sballas |
under her coat
my shirt
first snowflakes | sballas |
almost winter??
the blind man's dog
looks at me | sballas |
lamplit breath
floats along the shore
ghost stories | sballas |
pecans falling??
we wait for our grandson
to visit | sballas |
church bell
the smell
of snow | sballas |
the headstones tilt
at different angles
dustings of snow | sballas |
flickering lights . . .
he notices my handwriting
on the presents from santa | sballas |
harvest moon
over an empty wheat field
gettysburg | sballas |
just can?t help it
correcting the grammar
of the blues singer | sballas |
full moon
he asks if i?m ready
to sing | sballas |
dusky nettlebed
the stream just deep enough
for ducks to dabble in | sballas |
falling oak leaf??
dance macabre
of its shadows | sballas |
big city morning??
shadows hiding
my shadow | sballas |
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