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A Poem by Vol
I spent some time this summer
with
a shovel and have the remains
of
blisters as testament. My tee shirts
are
stained with sweat, and two
o..
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A Poem by Vol
The sparrow I found drowned
in the water trough just
wanted
a drink, I’m sure, and died
inastruggle against its own
innocence,
a k..
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A Poem by Vol
I'm
old and
it's
getting late;
still
up, but
who can
blame me?
Outside,
under these
juicy
Texas stars,
the
wind'..
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A Poem by Vol
I
left your bed because
the sun erupted red
to yellow through
the purple,
and, I, an early voyeur,
watched
from the porch
as a thin sheet of..
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A Poem by Vol
TWILIGHT
A
thousand miles later, and
after midnight, I pull out of the
fog
where the Texas wind has
painted
the sides of things
with a..
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A Poem by Vol
DEEP
GREEN
I
miss that heavy forest;
moss
on the north side of
fat
trees, whose feet rest
in
the creek, hugging stones
with
t..
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A Poem by Vol
My pen
scrapes,
marking
time, or
no
time at all.
Like
lightening
in
the alleys
or
maybe the
cracking
of leaves
as
they fall.
..
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A Poem by Vol
A hand
lettered sign
on
a flimsy stick said
“Garage
Sale,” and gave
the
address. I turned down
the
Shallow Creek cul-de-sac ..
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A Poem by Vol
There
isn’t much to say
about
that day in the dead
of
winter.
It
was cold.
It
was wet.
I
stepped off the si..
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A Poem by Vol
I'm not sure I'm happy with the title, open to suggestions...
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