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the horned moon??
a grub in one hand
a seed in the other | sballas |
frozen morning
a pansy's blue face
in the leaf litter | sballas |
spring??
the pause before
she pulls a sapling | sballas |
the sidewalk ends
at a high stone wall
dandelions | sballas |
tea house
a small leaf
blackens a tooth | sballas |
apples in bud
a white lie
about her complexion | sballas |
heirloom seeds
a young woman kneels
in the garden | sballas |
first warm day
she asks me if i still
want a divorce | sballas |
my downed kite??
following its string
to a stranger's door | sballas |
the cool kids
walk arm-in-arm
. . . wild narcissus | sballas |
awash with fog
the wheel-less
wheelbarrow | sballas |
pacing myself
to the trot of the dog
an april evening | sballas |
spring sunshine
the friendliness of the girl
who serves me | sballas |
first warm day
the bodybuilder
makes his pecs dance | sballas |
end of winter
i place a phone call
to another time | sballas |
redwood sorrel buds . . .
beyond the missing bridge
the vanishing trail | sballas |
early morning sun
steam rises from stumps
piled in the clear-cut | sballas |
easter egg hunt
grandma hints where
the purple one lies | sballas |
a long road
the spring wind
in my lungs | sballas |
winter sunrise
blinking
between the boxcars | sballas |
storage closet
the dead spider
as fine as its web | sballas |
woodburning stove??
toiled boots
prop each other up | sballas |
winter noon
a branch drips
on its shadow | sballas |
snowed in . . .
opening the lid
of my breadmaker | sballas |
last of the sun??
the letter of apology
half written | sballas |
winter sunrise
the crack
in the barn door | sballas |
a clump of soil
shaped by his grip??
late winter sun | sballas |
snowmelt
a raspberry cane
springs back | sballas |
winter aquarium??
maybe i should have stayed
in my home town | sballas |
sun in the pines
the awkward cadence
of father's voice | sballas |
alone at the beach??
cones of bent pines
so low to the ground | sballas |
snow moon
the blue shadow
of a bare birch | sballas |
ice storm
he traces my scars
in the dark | sballas |
snowbound??
collecting rent
on boardwalk | sballas |
fading light
my snow shovel's scrape
answers another | sballas |
deep winter
rooks call other rooks
through the dusk | sballas |
sketch pad
no color
for snow | sballas |
late night . . .
sounds this house makes
only in the winter | sballas |
rain turning snow
the doctor begins by describing
treatable conditions | sballas |
geese
that stay??
winter rain | sballas |
office windowsill
a geranium petal
drops into a file | sballas |
cold moon??
marrow bones simmer
in the pot | sballas |
hospice hallway
his visitors talk about
someone else | sballas |
funeral . . .
the wind
hushes the priest | sballas |
first winter rain
i drift into dreams
of my childhood | sballas |
giving up
her secret ingredient
last round of scrabble | sballas |
quiet fall of snow
the park mime's wall
is breached | sballas |
still morning
birds on the roof ridge
every which way | sballas |
wild geese
the border guards
lower their weapons | sballas |
fishermen's memorial
bits of driftwood
roll in the surf | sballas |
estate sale
her paint-by-number christ
half finished | sballas |
airport terminal
the sparrow's flight
from gate to gate | sballas |
through the storm
knowing
the mountain is there | sballas |
turkey shoot
young boys slip through
clumps of men | sballas |
woodsmoke??
an heirloom photo of someone
no one knows | sballas |
a garbage can
in the middle of the street
deepening autumn | sballas |
a new light
on the dashboard
evening rain | sballas |
falling into
the longest night
fresh snow | sballas |
starlit sky . . .
cicadas? keening sounds
surround us | sballas |
the cat
right where i left him
haloed moon | sballas |
cicada dusk??
trouble in the sound
of my mother's voice | sballas |
leaves turning
she still smiles when she sees me
after all these years | sballas |
barbed wire
sagging under its load
of bare vines | sballas |
new wine
adobe walls
in shadow | sballas |
moon moth . . .
infant fingers brush
the breast | sballas |
the hush
after starlings lift
autumn sun | sballas |
sweetness
oozing from a fig
indian summer | sballas |
the first bare trees
a flock of blackbirds
turns back the clock | sballas |
half moon
a firefly pulsing
in my shadow's heart | sballas |
light rain
the red rose
overflows | sballas |
august heat??
broken egg shells
in the gator's nest | sballas |
seashells??
i sort through
my childhood | sballas |
salt water taffy
a long line of cars on the bridge
heading back | sballas |
lavender field??
stopping my car
to let the bee out | sballas |
sunlit riffle??
overhead the osprey clutches
a wet gleam | sballas |
withering blossoms??
clay takes shape
on the potter's wheel | sballas |
vj day
an old man with a balloon
tied to his chair | sballas |
end of summer
tumbleweed trapped
in barbwire | sballas |
grand canyon
all i know
i don?t know | sballas |
vedic chants . . .
a heron glides to a rock
in the misty lake | sballas |
high-tension wires
hum above the prairie . . .
a few drifting clouds | sballas |
the smell
of a crushed beetle
things that don?t change | sballas |
midlife . . .
my car radio
on scan | sballas |
morning lotus??
the pool umbrellas
still closed | sballas |
into the sun
where eyes can?t follow
a red tailed hawk | sballas |
drought
the prayers she knows
by heart | sballas |
farmer's market??
an earwig burrows
into the pennies | sballas |
broken clouds??
he rearranges
the squirrel shield | sballas |
trying to make
myself understood??
the sun in a spoon | sballas |
a length of rope
knotted with seaweed??
pull of the tide | sballas |
moonlight swim??
i sink in my shadow
and come up in his | sballas |
a small cave
only children's footprints
on the sandy floor | sballas |
wakened by rain
the scent
of bruised mint | sballas |
ulysses butterfly??
the satisfaction
of knowing its name | sballas |
amusement park
odors melding
with the sea | sballas |
vacation whodunit . . .
the perforated shadow
of my straw hat | sballas |
wave after wave
no one i knew
as a child remains | sballas |
still
no answer . . .
the stars | sballas |
slicing apples
into the dented pan??
howl of the wind | sballas |
on the roof
with a row of mops
soaking up the sun | sballas |
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