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