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