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A Hermit Mimosa Summer and the mimosa appears in an overhang of vague beauty. There is the subliminal hint of white in her hair. A dozen trees..

Bluebird on Interstate 81 He is not flying as the crow flies, because long ago he grew tired of straight lines, and reaching his destination is n..

Spring Pups When I was young, my father could not find a peace agreement with my mother, because he was so handsome & because my mother foun..

An Understanding (brook) I have only you to tell me that the pink flamingo is the color of things eaten. You, with your far reaching claim..

The Last Sea Horse This woman that I knew would walk, each morning by the ocean's edge She watched the coral wash come in and set her hopes up i..

Neighbor Flowers Listen, she said, we must use stealth! And he said, Yes, yes, I will help. No, she said, stealth! I will sing secrets to th..

Suitcase It was her birthday. Someone gave her a large suitcase. The type that held three smaller ones. But it was all long ago, before affluen..

She Said No At Intervention The cameras rolled when she walked in. She took a seat thinking it was a show on addiction & how she would be see..

It is a song I hear the black cricket in the green dark through the open window & I sit up. We are all most awake at that moment, our mother..

Last Wishes I hear the far cry of you. Your voice an echo, like the gull, a far cry that mingles & disappears into the white cloud vapors of..