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about a great love.

A day in the life.

Dreaming of her.

poem for a girl i loved.

A favorite of mine, about my city.

companion to Cowrie I

Driving home from work sick, i see a ghost.

When it ends and you don't know why.

This must be winter. That’s when the blue rivers rise, Beat against dams of fragile skin, Swollen by body-heat Melted snow.

Long ago, Your genes swam In great rusty oceans. Battered by the tides Of a giant moon, The heat of volcanoes, Radiation from a baby sun. C..