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hundreds of gulls
feeding their chicks
he points at the dead one | sballas |
first warm day??
the woodpecker works
a shiny stump | sballas |
dark hallway
an explosion
of cut lilac | sballas |
muddy gloves
a colourful bunch
of empty flower pots | sballas |
next to the tracks
an old bottle
catching dawn | sballas |
years later
mist still gathers
in the same hollow | sballas |
a tap
on the shoulder??
a raindrop | sballas |
town cannon
a finch with twigs vanishes
down the muzzle | sballas |
night rain
the bedroom fills
with memories | sballas |
we let
our secrets out
empty nest | sballas |
kneading dough??
a cold wind gathers
yellow leaves | sballas |
first frost
the birds that stay
the birds that go | sballas |
mother's keepsakes . . .
the questions
i never asked | sballas |
quilting circle
we rearrange pieces
of our lives | sballas |
fishbowl
telling a child
about death | sballas |
a handful of kindling
in the fireplace??
moving day | sballas |
deep woods
an old stone wall
buried in leaves | sballas |
making resolutions
piles of fallen needles
beneath the pine | sballas |
house sitting . . .
the warmth
of my friend's cat | sballas |
winter evening
my boy's
thin shoulders | sballas |
on a field
of ripe tomatoes
the empty wooden crates | sballas |
every place taken
on the finch feeder
september rain | sballas |
split milkweed pods??
getting to know him
at his memorial | sballas |
a leaf??
its descent stopped
by a child | sballas |
wembley stadium??
a blackbird sings
to empty seats | sballas |
labor day??
scraping mold off
government cheese | sballas |
breathe in
breathe out
autumn moon | sballas |
autumn dusk??
a fine layer of mist
over the cricket pitch | sballas |
first mouthful
of a warm cider doughnut
scarlet hillsides | sballas |
moon at the window . . .
i cut another eye
from the potato | sballas |
cabbages starting
to touch each other
late-summer heat | sballas |
oars in unison
slicing the river
slicing the moon | sballas |
dimly lit porch
the newspaper boy
no longer a boy | sballas |
the storm's rain
rising as mist . . .
wings of a barn owl | sballas |
a curlew
holds its second note . . .
shadows lengthening | sballas |
small town
hospital . . .
sound of the typewriter | sballas |
night time??
moths queuing
at the cash machine | sballas |
late summer flowers . . .
the joy
of a good sneeze | sballas |
settlers? cemetery
an old yew creaks
at noon | sballas |
gleam of mudflats??
a snail retreats
into its shell | sballas |
honeysuckle
where you first hear
the river | sballas |
roaring wind??
my little thoughts
for tomorrow | sballas |
ocean breeze
a pitcher and his interpreter
walk to the bullpen | sballas |
birdsong . . .
the neighbor's light on
at 3 a.m. | sballas |
sunrise??
the new calf fumbles
at an udder | sballas |
morning commute
sprinklers soaking
the strawberry fields | sballas |
dense fog . . .
the train evaporates
into a distant horn | sballas |
first swallow . . .
the calm of dawn
slips away | sballas |
low sun??
a wren's song
spirals | sballas |
coats dripping rain??
we discuss
our addictions | sballas |
new year's dawn
the dog waits beside
his empty bowl | sballas |
deep winter
the thin bones
of her wrist | sballas |
bone chilling??
not enough night
for all the stars | sballas |
cool march breeze??
between faded tea towels
her frayed pink bra | sballas |
nascent spring
this warm loaf
of ten-grain bread | sballas |
white walls
white pills . . .
another day | sballas |
winter night
the sound of mother's
sewing machine | sballas |
winter evening
a young woman smiles
from the hair dye box | sballas |
first spring day??
even out of doors
i want to go out | sballas |
daffodil shoots . . .
underneath a bandage
the cut begins to itch | sballas |
unemployment line
the autumn wind
fills with leaves | sballas |
solitude . . .
smoke from the incense
thickens a sunbeam | sballas |
father's ashes
the sea spray
chills my face | sballas |
christmas drizzle
my children come home
on different days | sballas |
storm warning
the inflatable snowman
lying low . . . | sballas |
lights from cities
a passenger's shoulder
touches mine | sballas |
bedside vigil . . .
moonlight comes
and goes | sballas |
cusp of winter??
passing into
the mountain's shadow | sballas |
minute of silence . . .
a single fir needle
on the hardwood floor | sballas |
winter fog
the minute hand
stuck in place | sballas |
craggy overlook
a tail swinging
in the hawk's beak | sballas |
dry patches
on the schoolhouse lawn??
remedial math | sballas |
broken pavement . . .
she shows me
the blackberry patch | sballas |
one turtle's foot
on another's back
labor day | sballas |
magpie season
the schoolgirl's lunchbox
on her head | sballas |
dull blade??
the way it opens up
a peach | sballas |
after the funeral . . .
i rotate the chessboard
with each move | sballas |
moving day
the children stick postage stamps
on the bare kitchen floor | sballas |
harvest moon
a soup chicken thaws
in the sink | sballas |
fog lifting??
my cat finishes
a sparrow | sballas |
fine china
a dusting of pollen
over my tea | sballas |
kite string
between father
and son | sballas |
house hunt??
our dog inspects
all corners | sballas |
moving van??
the smell of fresh bread
from a neighbor's kitchen | sballas |
too late to take it back:
the purple spines
of the sea urchin | sballas |
cell phone ringtone
again in the mix??
mockingbird | sballas |
no one calls
she gently dusts
her porcelain rabbits | sballas |
early dawn
the warmth of our son
between us | sballas |
the long day
a bug
cleans its antennae | sballas |
summer night
secrets escape through
open windows | sballas |
first day of spring
children risk marbles
on the playground | sballas |
chore time
the boy ties his kite
to the scarecrow | sballas |
palm sunday
the birdwatcher
tiptoes out of church | sballas |
prairie grass
a mustang runs
with the wind | sballas |
memorial day
his name her reflection
in black granite | sballas |
easter eggs??
the multicolored faces
of the children | sballas |
late for church
from an open barn door
the lowing of cows | sballas |
blue-eyed grass
she asks
if i love her | sballas |
in his woodshop . . .
my father is lost
in the grain pattern | sballas |
new home??
orienting myself
to the sun | sballas |
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