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Chipmunks, squirrels collectingbitternut hickory, chirpingagainst a small owl cruisinglow beneath the trees.Everyone has gone this morningto school or..
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The mind is the bodypaying attention to whatit is seeing and doing.Morning tea, unemployedwas one thing twenty years agoand another now, two babies.Ye..
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Whereas last night the full moon made the night resemble a cold dayToday clouds give the night its old shrouded, crowding demeanor.Ghosts stalk the fo..
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Night drive homeno cars behind or aheadthe day had been satisfyingvictories, compromises, achievementshalf hour to homebubble of warm air and lightmov..
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Jack just had a big fight with his son Zach about it. He saidI'm tired of hearing how you're too tired to do your homework. You'renot too tired to pla..
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No cows to look atI hear the truck trafficEverything changes like cloudsThe page this poem is on burnsComing from the funeral with friendsTalking on t..
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Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rainon Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snowwas magical onl..
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Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercupwith sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,an ash if his ..
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As a boy, I'd find my fathersitting in the pitch dark living room,cigarette aglow, as I'd passfrom my bed to the bathroom.Did the boy consider, at tha..
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The teacher dies having made her small contributionto the colonization of other planets by motivatinga boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to beco..
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