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Mountain, how can I please youwe fumble cards in a game of chance,we clash wills in solitude.Your familiar touch whispersall I love in watercolor ridg..
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Hologram Hearts
There are too many flowers to name
so we call them, the reds, the blues,
the curly square, small bloom.
It is that way with us..
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Purple Morning
In the eloquence of this purple morning,
I am watching the tree lines embroidered
across the mountain.
They are stark bla..
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Care Giving
some days I cannot rememberif I am myself, or the people I helpI place a soft curtain between usso that I might be touchablethrough ..
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True Lies
What if I should believe every lie I am toldbecause the liar thinks it is the truth.What if it becomes the truth to him or her,and they c..
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Tall Girl in Yellow Grasses
I was born in lush greenery,
my mouth shut in a small line.
A residue of life water clung
to my face in wetness an..
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Mary Died
They took Mary to visit her sister
in the nursing home.When it was time to leave,
they locked the doors,Needless to say, she did not w..
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The Boundary Boy
In the Montana laundromat, the sign said,Do not wash your horse blankets here!Whoa, you said, hold back woman,as I flung an afghan..
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Singing in GoldI remember the yellow pink peaches.the long, sandy roadtoward the beach, and pecans,sold at the peach stand, withcolored shells, and po..
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