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thoughts of youth??
the furthest peak
through my slingshot | sballas |
height of autumn
a blackbird almost
to two octaves | sballas |
freezing rain
a vendor takes the lid off
his makeshift oven | sballas |
winter solstice??
steam from the squash
released from its skin | sballas |
paying the last bill
on the kitchen table
winter solstice | sballas |
christmas eve
an old cement foundation
all that's left | sballas |
thanksgiving??
looking at photographs
of the great depression | sballas |
the sound of geese
resting on the water
evening snow | sballas |
bulge of my feet
at the bottom of the quilt
the long night | sballas |
a light flurry . . .
carol singers
on fast forward | sballas |
snowed in . . .
fire wraps
around a log | sballas |
october light
i open my ribs
to pray | sballas |
migrating birds
my father sends the next son
on his way | sballas |
billowing skirts
by a soldier's grave
autumn deepens | sballas |
carillon bells
a wedge of cranes
flying south | sballas |
amber light
the time it takes
a leaf to fall | sballas |
remembrance day
traffic sounds crisscross
the bagpipes | sballas |
that grassy knoll
pigeons explode
into flight | sballas |
fall equinox
stacking the hand-me-downs
into equal piles | sballas |
i skirt around
a stone cutter's rhythm
autumn sunset | sballas |
almost evening??
the paper vendor sleeps
on old news | sballas |
hometown visit??
i fill my pocket
with acorns | sballas |
playground swings??
a strong wind replaces
the children | sballas |
field mice
forage the corn bin
. . . harvest moon | sballas |
bottoms up??
that amber glow
of autumn sun | sballas |
dark september day
stillborn given a name
for the funeral | sballas |
no cicadas
no double dutch . . .
park bench peeling | sballas |
a rusty still
by the dry creek bed??
blood moon rising | sballas |
my bare feet
among heron tracks
ebb tide | sballas |
a smear of stars
from horizon to horizon??
the loon's necklace | sballas |
summer house??
the key sticks
when leaving | sballas |
nameless longings
a floating seed
eludes my hand | sballas |
vacant playground
the shadow of the swing
wanders off | sballas |
thin moon
a harrier hawk
working the field | sballas |
end of summer
the sheep the color
of parched grass | sballas |
first cool night . . .
i dream of knitting
firefly sweaters | sballas |
tobacco harvest
women in lamplight
tie the quilt | sballas |
rural school . . .
the shy smiles of children
waiting for the bus | sballas |
cottonwoods
over a slow stream
the heat | sballas |
his 44th??
water that doesn?t run back
into the ocean | sballas |
more war dead??
an uprooted tree
rides the storm tide | sballas |
gray afternoon
a ladybug escapes
the storm window | sballas |
vivaldi . . .
olive leaves ripple
silver | sballas |
summer sky
my father counts the black faces
on my road | sballas |
venus rising
a coyote trap
snaps shut | sballas |
in the season
of wandering dragonflies
my urge to roam | sballas |
storm clouds??
hearing the pauses
in the katydid's song | sballas |
night of fireflies??
fishing lights
off the island | sballas |
reaching
where the hose won?t??
summer rain | sballas |
slow night
the flycatcher sizzles
over the door | sballas |
a squeeze of the hand
and we stand among them??
croaking toads | sballas |
the august hayfield
raked into windrows??
a dipper of water | sballas |
drawing a heart
the wet sand
between my fingers | sballas |
sultry evening
the pizza receipt clings
to a beer bottle | sballas |
moonlit pond . . .
he lifts his child above
the threat of frogs | sballas |
adobe wall??
a row of pots
fill with light | sballas |
summer grasses
a golden fuzz
on the blowfly's belly | sballas |
fireflies . . .
the dreams i had
as a child | sballas |
taking the short way
the toes of her shoes
damp with dew | sballas |
wind surfing
gulls hover
over the wipeouts | sballas |
as girls we watched
heat lightning across the bay??
only now the thunder | sballas |
under the rainbow
a hundred cows with
one expression | sballas |
distant thunder
my daughters? laughter
on the carousel | sballas |
milky way
a stream of termites
from the woodpile | sballas |
sky of no clouds
sand from the shaman's hand
conjures a rainbow | sballas |
fishing
with dad again
the ripples | sballas |
teenagers
holding up a wall
first dandelion leaf | sballas |
dawn breeze
leaf shadows
on her freckles | sballas |
echo
of the pileated's call . . .
wavering lake reflection | sballas |
sunbeams
the crow's slow side-shuffle
down the wire | sballas |
strawberry picking??
i stumble
over my past | sballas |
chickadee chatter . . .
all the people peripheral
to a life | sballas |
morning prayer
a white-throated sparrow
opens with song | sballas |
marbled weather
gulls in free fall
over the ocean | sballas |
twice swept out
twice blown back
a dove's feather | sballas |
birth book
a toddler scribbles
in the blank spaces | sballas |
darkening clouds
i press cold earth
on tulip bulbs | sballas |
dawn on dal lake
emerging from the mist
the flower boat | sballas |
spring grass
the rounded rump
of an angus steer | sballas |
washing trays
that held rice seedlings??
a song from the river | sballas |
first steps
the scent of earth
clings to her shoes | sballas |
wood anemone
only the hare
and i | sballas |
first warm day
we check the mountainside
for wild goats | sballas |
scent of lilacs
my dog waits for me
to catch up | sballas |
a fishing fleet
hanging in the clouds . . .
the spring horizon | sballas |
raven's cry
all the partings
still to come | sballas |
the warm glow
of living rooms??
one of them mine | sballas |
sleet storm
the bare tree branches glisten
with grackles | sballas |
sound of the dog
getting through
to the marrow | sballas |
moving day
the old dog paces
the empty rooms | sballas |
winter sunset??
an aerial rattles
with magpies | sballas |
needles of rain
the talk show guest
addresses my problem | sballas |
mid-morning
an ice-crack ricochets
across the river | sballas |
rain patter
on the windshield
. . . second lie | sballas |
winter sunset
on the surf line
jellyfish globes | sballas |
escalator
out of the subway . . .
snowfall | sballas |
dark comes early now??
we speak of the children
we didn?t have | sballas |
winter morning . . .
the stray cat returns
with a wound | sballas |
lullaby
she reaches
to feel each word | sballas |
the stump chewed
to a fine point??
winter lodgings | sballas |
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