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morning coffee -
familiar pleasure
in each other's eye | tempslibres |
at the club
line dancing outside
the ladies room | tempslibres |
house renovation -
the magic mushrooms
he hid 25 years ago | tempslibres |
midnight ...
a cricket's falsetto
from the lingerie drawer | tempslibres |
the last dance -
her cheap perfume
don't matter | tempslibres |
farm stand ...
he squeezes the melons
she checks the zucchini | tempslibres |
almost home
pausing by the pond
to reflect | tempslibres |
day's end --
a cloud of fireflies
in the field | tempslibres |
autumn chill . . .
the distant whistle
of the evening train | tempslibres |
the earth softened ...
we planted tulips
when he loved me | tempslibres |
winter rain --
one flowered umbrella
at the funeral | tempslibres |
the coastal road...
spinnakers fill
with sunset | tempslibres |
he kissed me
on the fourth of july
fireworks!! | tempslibres |
old teahouse --
a swear word from
the green parrot | tempslibres |
good news
the headlines blurred
in morning rain | tempslibres |
almost dawn . . .
thoughts of you
when we were us | tempslibres |
rainbow flags ...
the haunting sounds
of amazing grace | tempslibres |
boyhood friends
home once again --
side by side | tempslibres |
husband gone-
his watch ticks it's last tock
at her garage sale | tempslibres |
first date --
wondering if the hat
is too much | tempslibres |
afternoon tryst ...
thunder bangs overhead
in the sticky heat | tempslibres |
closet renovation--
removing all her clothes
she nails the carpenter | tempslibres |
the pastor's daughter
her Sunday dress
the color of bruises | tempslibres |
carousel music ?
i still see my brother
on the painted pony | tempslibres |
husband at work ?
the mailman knocks
to see the newborn | tempslibres |
hail storm
rearranging gravel
in the Zen garden | tempslibres |
winter rain --
a flowered umbrella
at the funeral | tempslibres |
late night date
sand in her bra
all day long | tempslibres |
Sunday brunch
his eyes on the crumb
kissing her cleavage | tempslibres |
morning overcast--
she adds more blush
to her cheeks | tempslibres |
sudden hail--
we sip bitter coffee
rehashing last night | tempslibres |
tasting
the freckle on her cleavage
with my eyes | tempslibres |
rummage sale --
her husband in the chair
not worth keeping | tempslibres |
garage sale --
the flowered couch on which
I became a woman | tempslibres |
arguing downstairs --
she shuts the windows
in her doll house | tempslibres |
meditating and
resplendent in sunlight--
she finally swats the fly | tempslibres |
first snow . . .
next to the new calendar
a clean slate | tempslibres |
train whistle . . .
palm prints linger
against the glass | tempslibres |
wedding anniversary--
"my parent's ashes
together" | in the moonlight |
surprise sneeze
the dandelion blows away
without a wish | tempslibres |
seasons stilled--
a red paper poppy
in memoriam | tempslibres |
an ancient path
in a sky without time
departing geese | tempslibres |
her Sunday dress
the color of bruises
merging | tempslibres |
Saturday night
the sound of weeping
seeps from the wall | tempslibres |
before dinner...
the spider and a fly
share the sunset | tempslibres |
crossroads
the brown core
of an apple | tempslibres |
lifting fog
the face of an old friend
on my morning walk | tempslibres |
daybreak ...
still sipping bitter coffee
we rehash last night | tempslibres |
stars at dusk
a spray of willow buds
by the gate | tempslibres |
requiem mass -
flecks of dust drift
in stifling air | tempslibres |
tense meeting --
my chewing gum
out of flavor | tempslibres |
inhaling spring -
her new breast
two months old | tempslibres |
morning rush
he finds a half red kiss
on his coffee cup | tempslibres |
never in darkness
ground zero lights the night
New Year's Eve | tempslibres |
moonless night -
the bell buoy
talks to itself | tempslibres |
morning tea
he cups his hands
around the glass | tempslibres |
winter solstice
candle too short
for lingering night | tempslibres |
dying afternoon light
the doctor touches her
uncombed hair | tempslibres |
snail mail
delivered
in the cold rain | tempslibres |
mother and daughter
chess game --
two queens | tempslibres |
haiku conference --
lecturer delivers address
in three short sentences | tempslibres |
haiku moment --
she writes her number
on his napkin | tempslibres |
against the glass -
her palm prints
linger | tempslibres |
nude beach
about size
and sighs | tempslibres |
on her nape
beads of rain
slowly I follow them down | tempslibres |
kitchen encounter ~
tasting the wine
from his lips | tempslibres |
summer sidewalk -
drops of rain
steam | tempslibres |
water bed
dreams
undulating | tempslibres |
thunder
slate sky
crocus peeking | tempslibres |
waiting room
a spider hangs
on silence | tempslibres |
hospital room
the empty chair takes
all the sunshine | tempslibres |
slipping in
beneath the kitchen door
-first sunlight | tempslibres |
paper moon-
falling off almost
this argument of mine | tempslibres |
winter rain-
colder than ever
this bowl of rice | tempslibres |
"Fog on the mountain
"
"Rain tapping the window pane | " |
my mother cries
on the other end of the phone
hard rain | tempslibres |
mountain chapel
the rain-washed
bones of a sheep | tempslibres |
weight that shifts
with the news of a death
storm light | tempslibres |
this slow healing
a blackbird almost invisible
in the winter dusk | tempslibres |
bonfire smoke
we talk about
our disappointments | tempslibres |
edge of sleep
turning the pillow
for the cold side | tempslibres |
new bookshelves
the poetry my cat finds
in an empty box | tempslibres |
croissant crumbs
I try and find
the right words | tempslibres |
summer rainstorm
the balloon man
sells umbrellas | tempslibres |
sunset
the fisherman's silhouette
edged with light | tempslibres |
three sneezes
all that's left
of the snowman | tempslibres |
the cat shifts
from sunspot to sunspot
Sunday morning | tempslibres |
making soup
my hands could be
my mother's hands | tempslibres |
awake too early
trees shrouded in mist
the slow tick of a clock | tempslibres |
the damp stain on the wall
only looks like a damp stain -
Monday morning | tempslibres |
sunset over the sea
I remember when my mother
ran faster than me | tempslibres |
again this year
the wind-sown poppies
flower between stones | tempslibres |
empty cafe
the tip jar fills
with rain | tempslibres |
my stories
getting better and better
four fingers of scotch | tempslibres |
turning seventy
i walk outside to see it
the almost full moon | tempslibres |
thanksgiving
my mind wanders
to my dead brother | tempslibres |
crescent moon
just enough light
for this path | tempslibres |
warm rain on the pond
my thoughts rise
with the koi | tempslibres |
the red maple-
striptease
in the driveway | tempslibres |
sunny afternoon
an old man lingers
near the mailbox | tempslibres |
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