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Jackson
Browne lived upstairs;
we
don't know who lived below
the
original eagle, the one taking notes
to
keys and to w..
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***
It's
rare in a digital age to be staring
at a black and
white photograph.
The
ramrod straight back, the flat
stomach
..
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One
snowman is wearing flannel.
It's
that time of year, the season
for
woolen wear of all sorts, shirts
and
hats and any sweater
th..
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The
air I need I find
inside
myself; I exhale
so
I might breathe again.
In
my self resides all manner
of
roses and all the ..
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The
first freeze of the seasom
comes tonight,
a brash young
bugler, brass
blaring
to
frighten the zinnias into
hibernation
an..
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The
grass is more fascinating
with
you in the moonlight,
each
blade a tiny threatening dagger
making
me wait until you..
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***
Out
in the street
lies
a squirrel’s remains,
eyes
an accusation.
Each sparrow is
supposedly
accounted for, so
..
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If only I would reach, if only I
extend
myself fully and without resistance.
If
only I do not resist and yield, I must ..
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***It is a sad day whenthe last piece has vanishedand pie has gone to whereverit is pie goes when it's over,the pan scraped clean, andthe last bite of..
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Basically
batter is sex for cakes.
There's
the egg and the mixing with
other
stuff until it becomes something
else
ent..
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