April 4th…
snow in the breeze…
wet noses
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Ancient Egypt
goes up in puffy clouds…
pot exotica
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Only from my chair
can I find any love
for that rocky beach
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Full moon regards
so long as it can…
footprints on moss
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March:
unseen seagulls gyre…
shadows on stone
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The dog barks
and the guest lifts her arms
in surrender
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Late March…
evening sun barely
one hole in these clouds
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Consolation…
I lived long enough
to eat this ice cream
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Late March…
sun shrugs off clouds long enough
to set
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Dry grass…
the bum with the thin mustache
grumbles in a dream
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Late March…
a solitary grass blade
through the fence
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The bald eagle…
what does it make of
white faces turned upward?
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Late March…
my balls, dunked once more
in toilet water
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