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The Live Oak tree stood half-way up the hill.
Forests were above, with canyons below
and on a nearby rock
a Temescal Indian carved
"a Chie..
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Dreams are funny that way.
Last night you were eight again
and the waitress looked at me
for affirmation when you
ordered three chocolate ch..
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I knew all about sweet corn and Jonathan apples and red table grapes. And tomatoes and beets and dark green, leafy spinach. And sugar peas, string bea..
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After all these years,
I still turn for home at the
First flickering of the street light.
But the cool bath after a hot day,
And clean, cotto..
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I have a patio, flagstoned and enveloped
by palms and papyrus, abounding
with lilies and hummingbirds and a cascading
fountain masking the soun..
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No Roatan amber honey
setting into liquid bronze:
only palettes of white and black
mixed carelessly into gray-on-gray
storm clouds-on-clouds,
..
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The air has been warm and the breeze steady the past few weeks. I've been busy in the yard, clearing away the damage from the frost in February. The..
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I remember awaking Christmas morning to sunshine, oh, such sunshine, filtering through the bedroom curtains. As I drew them back, I could see that t..
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Today when I spied the Liquid Amber beginning to turn in color while the pink and white Vincas and Lipstick Hibiscus arestill in full bloom, I reali..
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It arrived today: neither a box nor a package,
but a parcel: bundled and replete
in brown paper and cotton twine.
With no return address, it hel..
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