![Curiosities](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/62bfb8bf796cf1bdb4ca445dc2fe903d.png) |
there are
days when I forget
how you left
me wilting in the rain -
a doll in
wet stockings outside that café on Left Street
th..
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![Last Swim of the Summer](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/fc4afdf3882ca733101f236dd3ec5e0d.jpg) |
heat
rises in wrinkled waves here,
beside
the pool, as I lay cheek to concrete,
draining
the liquid from my ears,
but
still the soun..
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![Scattering](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/ad500ff4b531cd54b8e81e02c86badfa.jpg) |
an
army of ants built this hill
moved
the earth and cut the door
created
arteries in the copper sand
with
single-minded acquiescence ..
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![To Exist Outside](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/e381c205f52a7f4bc25a984ab59c1087.jpg) |
A walk would do me good,
they said -
a
brisk jaunt at water’s edge,
to
stain my pale skin pink, and fill
my
lungs with hopeful ..
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![Remains](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/27182b92ccb8fc81a3182059b6155665.png) |
all
women have secrets --
little
treasures hidden in boxes
decorated
with dream-silk
and - perhaps -aribbon of guilt
what
we h..
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![Turning the Page](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/e0232831492421a193e9bd6434054ff3.jpg) |
There
is a chill to this October eve,
enveloping
me like a bride’s veil,
all
gossamer and silk-- white roses
blooming
along ha..
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![Learning](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/ecb1e84757cbc22e5c11f1adc717ad67.jpg) |
There
are gradients of love -
deep
hues without grace of names,
that
taste of mango and honeyed pear.
I
search with my fingertips..
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![Dinner for One](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/8ef1d788d0e440e11a2e95dd5ef4d29d.png) |
the
water is boiling pasta swims
beneath
sparingly salted eruptions,
as
I uncork the wine tonight Merlot
splashes
into a curved top B..
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![If There Be a Chance](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/1d3f2983091e5550b2b68b115403ec95.jpg) |
what
are we if not the foundations
of
a beginning dawn breaking lightly
upon
a sleeping city upon this house,
waking
first the Palms ..
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![We Walk Alone...Sometimes](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/898dea0eb8790164ae67305620271500.png) |
incandescent
circling this is life,
as
we paint the sky like fluorescing insects
connecting
the dots of constellations
buzzing ev..
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