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It started to rain tonight.Hasn’t in weeksand I feel guilty- I haven’tbeen good to my tomato plants.And in my driveway I watch the rainapp..
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I lay in bed tonighta thick book in hand,today�'s short walkoccupies a deep part of my thoughts.There in an alley,my father stepsbehind me..
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In this coldness and wind,
a crease of moon ahead and I’m
here, inthisback dark ally.
I’m t..
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And my aching,
In bed the clicking heater
and the silent
dark and deep
night
slow static on the la..
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It is always before dawn,before the silkyfrost leaveshis window,before the sundrapes his lawnin aclear light.It's always in the dustymorning,when line..
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The fan's rotating beats hang with my attention, here I am thoughts wrapped around you. These empty beer bottles and my slight haziness taking blame..
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this morning as I stood and waited by your window scanned your yard listened to the fierce wind and watched the grey cold lift the new snow over the..
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Here we are, a hike to a distant lake. Above the sky is indifferent and calling in the distance- we hear crashing between these great peaks. You spot..
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you are a stranger- and we stand deep in this river in nature’s silence, our fly rods at work. an old train bed- following each curve, each long..
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Driving- hours,my mother calls with news,Tiffany-has a tumor,has been put to sleep.I am passenger,and you point out the new moon,a portion, we both ta..
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