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A little turtle pauses on the path, still as stone. He’s made it half way to the grass.A sunflower arches like a branch, back-bends over the gra..
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8 AM: Insects whistle like wind inthe mountains, like the ocean’s air at night.I walk the pebble path. God chars leaves tillthey’re coarse..
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One sound, two vessels, one of them convexwhen you look at it from the left, its backhunched like my grandfather’s. The other’s ina twist,..
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Cattails c**k their heads like they mean to askhow the leaves got freckles, how the berriesgot fuzz, how green apples got sun burnt red.One bumble bee..
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Mosquitoes congregate in a lilypad formation. They swarm us all at once.Lightning strikes beyond the hills, silent asprayer. And like prayer, it might..
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Last night I dreamt of a diver, divingto drown her last life on this earth. She shotup through the air like a pistol, then downhead first into the poo..
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One time I found a bird’s nest on the ground,on the edge of a lawn, empty as thatwine bottle I promised you I’d fill withwild berries and ..
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A deer crosses the street. Headlights freeze intheir tracks as though they can slow the metalbehind them. You and I watch as we walk.I speak only in w..
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By daylight the lake appears
to be missing its stars.
The black hole is now a blue island,
trimmed in green and brown.
Patches of s..
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I imagine you somewhere where summer is
steadfast as Polaris, that lighthouse in the sky.
You’re standing on the shoreline.
The ..
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