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one of my simple poems from a simple mood.
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Stolen Dreams
The white froth of torn lace oscillates at the window.The high hymn song of crickets pierces the rain waterthat orchestrates from the..
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one of my new poems for a book I am working on.
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The Calico Heifer
On our range of cows of regular brown,
the calico was something we could show.
Some freak of nature, her descended coat,
a wil..
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a love story
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Softly StandingIn the radius of my heart, I could turn hard,I know that I think about it, and I starelike an agoraphobic, so scared, trying not to sho..
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In The Backwash of a Wave
In the back wash of a wave, I reach for your hand.
The ocean returns, time and time again, as though to argue,
as th..
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for Charles
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Night Song in First KeyIn summer the whippoorwills lived outside my window.They sang to the reverb of crickets.They sounded so certain in that endless..
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Hieroglyphics
After our sleep
in bear caves,
my lover
brushes his hair
in wind combs.
I am inside,
using the
last daylight
as a lamp.
I s..
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