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In my muddled half-drowse, when pillar stands,I'm unencumbered; there are no demands.This fairytale state does not equateTo anything nearing the stand..
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Under the orange roof of love,The autumnal canopy,We set up chairs and toasted thereThe flavors of the vine,And rued the coming of the chillThat devas..
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On a whim I went out to the rooftop last night.Fine views to be had there, they said. (They were right.)Make friends with your peers--it’ll be s..
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Five stout basswoods, symbol of our neighborhood,Sawn to stumps in one cruel morning.Why o why this perfidy?I can accept that one was dead,And a secon..
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Go to sleep, lilies, the time has come;Your custos, the opportunistic sun,Has boarded its tramp-train, heading south,And won't be back till winter win..
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We do our best to bloomUnder extenuating circumstances:Rooted in clay or stony soils,Exposed to unforgiving heat,Deprived of water for weeks on end.In..
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I. (Seattle)Seattle, city:Human desire expressed in verticality,As in: children stacking blocks,Madmen climbing lampposts,Seniors calling "Bingo!"Stra..
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Could this be the best year of my life,When that elusive hat trickOf financial security, health, and loveCome to fruition inA hard-to-maintain equilib..
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Spartan imitation of the Algonquin--Papered table, paper napkins,Metal chairs on tilty tiles--Is it worth even mentioning this rabble-gabble?The volub..
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Rain like a plangent pachinko machine:Stuttery silver spheres clatter down,Making endless binary choicesOn where to ultimately land.Each puddle is a f..
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