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autumn clouds
a carly simon poster
fades into barnwood | sballas |
honking geese
the jumble of pumpkins
at a roadside stand | sballas |
yellow leaves in the current
a mink
after a mink | sballas |
no way out
death's at the door
demanding candy | sballas |
backstroke??
her navel ring glints
in the moonlight | sballas |
second week
away from home
wild blackberries | sballas |
alone at dusk . . .
ice-blocks resettle
in my glass | sballas |
old letters . . .
flotsam on a river
to the ocean | sballas |
city dweller??
the sound of the interstate
i call the ocean | sballas |
rain of stars
the eyes of wish-makers
sparkle with hope | sballas |
light shimmers
on the undersides of leaves
scent of clay | sballas |
shooting star??
those things
we tell no one | sballas |
just inside
the garden gate
the first bench | sballas |
old orchard beach
before i could think it
cassiopeia | sballas |
rush hour haze . . .
the traffic warden swats away
a cherry petal | sballas |
clapboard house
in the just plowed field
sundown | sballas |
first light??
the soft-sleep breath
of my newborn child | sballas |
"gnats
gnats
gnats" | my bobber |
ladybug outbreak
the wish i make
again and again | sballas |
childhood home
i dig out the roots
of a tree i planted | sballas |
a tributary
muddies the main stream??
middle of spring | sballas |
the unfading
sun in your face
amaranth | sballas |
tipping rain
the bull trudges
between tussocks | sballas |
cormorant's dive
waiting
until my eyes hurt | sballas |
snow moon
bitter wormwood
still on her tongue | sballas |
all i wanted
to tell her
bare winter trees | sballas |
pisces rising??
the big one
runs with my line | sballas |
my cold hands
a scrabble of bird claws
on the guttering | sballas |
coffee perking
a ray of sunshine streams
into the rain | sballas |
wintering
their different ways
birch and pine | sballas |
huddled pigeons
a taxi waits
in winter rain | sballas |
wild weather
something of it
stirring in me | sballas |
vernal equinox
the tender shoots
of weeds | sballas |
squirrel chatter
in the woodshed
a cache of cones | sballas |
jade tea cup
the fallen leaves
of the poinsettia | sballas |
snow-covered hills??
my sister and i coast
into the new year | sballas |
winter moon
across the wall
my long shadow | sballas |
city zoo
a wolf looks up
at snow | sballas |
end of yuletide??
i harvest all the balls
from the christmas tree | sballas |
dusk . . .
i?m just another glow
amid traffic | sballas |
winter night . . .
i pick the last grain
of rice from the plate | sballas |
expanding universe
the homeless man looks
for a place to sleep | sballas |
a train trip
to mongolia . . .
winter stars | sballas |
full moon chill
in the green tomatoes
a change of plans | sballas |
north wind
and the swirl of leaves??
this fire within | sballas |
the apples left
in a leafless tree: a prayer
for your lymph nodes | sballas |
first snow??
still knitting
the second mitten | sballas |
northern lights??
the feel of a planet
beneath my feet | sballas |
ignoring the directions
on the gps??
indian summer | sballas |
autumn afternoon
mother touches
my thinning hair | sballas |
veterans day??
first red flower
on the cactus | sballas |
hosing the garden
off the carrots??
thanksgiving | sballas |
a crow at dusk??
ink sinks deeper
into the page | sballas |
toddler's first
one small step
toward the moon in the window | sballas |
autumn moonlight
a migrant worker sings
his way home | sballas |
smoke drifts
from a fajita stand
plaza autumn | sballas |
the right shoes
in the wrong size
october moon | sballas |
scent of balsam??
shapes of geese
held in the mist | sballas |
sheen of apples??
in a migrant child's lap
her own dirty feet | sballas |
my mother braiding my hair . . .
i realize now
how young she was | sballas |
walking alone??
my face
disassembles | sballas |
rushing home
as though you were still there
autumn dusk | sballas |
autumn leaves
the songs we learn
as children | sballas |
the desert stars??
i almost believe
his forever? | sballas |
a neighbor's dog howls
with the sirens??
night heat | sballas |
the ocean's roar
on the forest hike
my second-wind | sballas |
dry thunder
one yellow leaf trickles
from all of the green | sballas |
fluffy seed pods??
the evening air heavy
with party chatter | sballas |
death valley:
a man who's never been there
tells me all about it | sballas |
as great
as the grizzly
the fear | sballas |
sand fishing
the long shadow
attached to his heels | sballas |
your cologne
lingers on my skin . . .
day moon | sballas |
summer's end
we topple a pyramid
of beer cans | sballas |
choke cherries??
press of my skeleton
through the flesh | sballas |
thudding surf??
her permission
to be blunt | sballas |
sequoia national park
i promise my grandkids
they?ll grow tall | sballas |
lifeless bumblebee??
the ground around it
darkens with raindrops | sballas |
hailstone
it tastes a little
of wild onion | sballas |
gibbous moon
my son tells his part
of the story | sballas |
nursing blisters
at the halfway mark . . .
soft mossy rocks | sballas |
cloudburst
the sound of raindrops
changing size | sballas |
summer night
my cat speaks to it
through a screen | sballas |
pulling
the push? door
vernal equinox | sballas |
the road disappearing
into wetlands of mist . . .
i keep going | sballas |
the scent of turned earth
across seeded fields
twilight | sballas |
hawthorn breeze
the white bob
of a rabbit's tail | sballas |
spring wind
our dog barks
where i?m hiding | sballas |
wildflowers
i cannot name
most of me | sballas |
twin lambs
the ewe keeps watch
over the one not moving | sballas |
her note
in my pocket
cherry buds | sballas |
the best conversations
are in my head??
rain on the windowpane | sballas |
may rain??
i stretch my body
over the whole bed | sballas |
fishing village
a rumor of blues running
through the caf? | sballas |
summer wind
we ask a younger couple
where we are | sballas |
winter sun . . .
i look for something useful
to do with my hands | sballas |
icy cobblestones??
the tinsmith
stokes the forge | sballas |
tangled
in blades of grass
spring breeze | sballas |
i ask him again
the honeybee burrows
into thistle | sballas |
home game
our wind
in their flag | sballas |
lowered
on lark-song
his coffin | sballas |
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