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senryu
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It’s
the way the wind tousles hair in late spring
after
it’s grown warm outside that imbued recollections
ofHalleluja..
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In
1963, we immigrated to Ventura,
California,
all the way from Oklahoma.
Call
us modern-day Okies -- we did.
Culture..
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The
loud buzz of chainsaws.
The
busy comings and goings
of
huge tires in muck, trucks
that
slug heavy loads
out..
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When
I ask the Big Dipper if it wants to take a walk,
the
stars don’t rush to the front door and wait.
When
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Dusk uncovered the will to live,
to
hold on as long as it could.
The
intrepid notes of the piccolos
invited
the sopran..
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Straight
up. In the back pocket
of
my warm, fresh-from-the-drier
blue jeans, I
found a crumpled
paper
towel, still intac..
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Abby
was more that our dog,
more
like a wonderful daughter,
an
Irish terrier who traveled with us,
a
fixture w..
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I
am the hollow man
living
my hollow life
inside
my hollow house.
Breakfast
is a box
of
empty calories;
the
dr..
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