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the last commuter scraping windshield ice . . . orion's belt
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tenement clotheslines sinking lower . . . winter clouds
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prayers and hymns echoing from long ago sunlight on a pew
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long night the smell of eucalyptus on a baby's chest
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icy morning the twists and turns of a child-proof cap
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first snow the snug fit of spices in their rack
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pensioned?? filling the days with late tomatoes
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summer's end the mother of the bride holds an empty hat box
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evening light the heron takes a new stance
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sundown?? the sound as he scrapes mud from his boots
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late afternoon light through the window blinds?? a drift of leaves
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evening cricket squash vines disappearing into other beds
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halloween?? catfish bob for ripe persimmons
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hazy harvest moon the face i met when our skin was smooth
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mackerel sky a concord grape bursts between my teeth
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she leaves the gate open indian summer
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autumn dusk a man standing too long on the street corner
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moonlit night through the storm door the raccoon's face
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falling leaves i whisper my secrets to an old photo
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evening heat sifting through the screen door their laughter
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patio dinner our plastic chairs slowly chill
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autumn air two crows on the roof move closer together
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fog with rain the usual junk in our mailbox
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autumn rain a baseball card softens in the bicycle spokes
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exchanging pleasantries while hammering crab shells
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shorter days?? kink in the end of a lizard's tail
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morning fog?? he closes all the windows i just opened
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saying goodbye . . . the fence we painted face to face
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football practice the coach perfects his game voice
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cottonwood rattle?? the wordlessness of his final days
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hillside cemetery all gravestones face the view
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blue sky the love i never had
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lily of the valley she hangs her bathing suit on a branch
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cicada song . . . the slow drift of creek foam long into the night
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summer moon a willow's shadow dapples her grave
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biting into cucumber . . . the mountain wind touches my cheek
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golden sun a gong resonates through bamboo
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lazy river . . . drifting toward the equinox on an inner tube
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windows open?? the sound of summer in all the rooms
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beanstalks?? the kids want taller stakes
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suncatchers in the shop window she smiles back
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long afternoon?? the ceiling fan turning the wrong way
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summer rain . . . scent of lavender in the mop water
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am i so old? the sound of leaves weighing rain
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father's day walk the pace of the smallest grandchild
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dappled sunlight men group around their frothy beers
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silence after thunder the new neighbor calling in her children
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through the sick boy's straw the loud emptiness of his milkshake glass
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longest day the smell of chemicals in the waiting room
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water colors i paint the spaces between waves
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ruffling my found feather a breath
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an old flame the boat nudges spent cattails
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hot day a crow makes the hawk flap
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rows of corn the farmer's bad posture
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surf's edge the shape of wind in her hair
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lilies in bloom i launch the boat in another place
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lily pads not touching noon heat
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big sky a pronghorn hops a fence
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storm clouds?? the cow's belly rumbles
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sunset . . . the cuckoo repeats his morning song
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summer dusk i douse the young fig tree with today's dishwater
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fireworks the teenagers whisper
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city fireflies . . . i don?t know which window is yours
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daybreak . . . mayfly wings on the cat
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evening calm a cricket appears on my windowsill
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meteor shower turtle hatchlings head for the sea
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flickering buzz of the pool hall sign summer night
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the short night?? sleeping on top of the covers
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long morning shadows?? half shells flipped over by the tide
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birdsong . . . a blind child touches my smile
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flowering clover slows my mowing bee after bee
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big top a white moth passing under the trapeze
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amid placards pigeons settle for crumbs
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chasing the puppy chasing the wind white butterflies
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clipped grass a rabbit keeps an eye on saint francis
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summer camp children play with sunlight
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longest day?? a mosquito finds my ear
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evening news?? each cloud carries part of the sunset
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leaden sky the sharp angle of the swallow's turn
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old car graveyard mama moves her kittens to the back seat
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colors of flowers i promise the children she's in heaven
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spring cleaning . . . she pauses a while at the bay windows
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afternoon shadows temple stones stacked and numbered
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no man's land a boy flies a kite above rubble
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grown wild the spot where i buried the last of my pets
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funeral flowers bright pollen staining the fresh linen
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the aegean so blue this wild anemone
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bristlecone pine?? older than our religions
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new year's eve?? rubbing velvet the wrong way
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winter moon a smudged fingerprint on the inkstone
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white dawn . . . the calf's breath on the udder
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magpie nestlings?? redgum widow-makers creak in the wind
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gray skies?? a kestrel cries its kill
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fireside a piece of jigsaw slips into place
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waking beside you the room glows with snowlight
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april sleet oatmeal sticks to the pot
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light rain?? the open beak of the bird
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whistling back to them i can?t find the right key. . . tree frogs
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city dusk the warmth of an atm booth
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blaming . . . at some point the rain became snow
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