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Working in the fields.

My desperate notion was reciprocation a quid pro quo and a validation That everything my feelings were for you could be found in equal abunda..

Another moon poem

The nights are long and restless It is ninety degrees at one a.m. I walk out to look at the stars; the crescent moon on the horizon. Silver c..

A shallow pit in the sand to fulfill our next desire we fill with charcoal from our mesquite fire Cover it with a grate to grill ou..

How dark the night? How long the journey? We wait for the sun. We travel onward. How long the wait? How deep the excavation? We tunn..

A play on the word "elementary".

A storm the other night

The Reddish Egret stalks flats along the Rio Grande his beak like a sewing needle perfect for spearing his dinner In his stone blue stock..

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