May Day…
the Pomeranian yawns,
Westward bound
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May Day…
the sky wants to rain…
the sun shines back
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May Day…
church service drums drown out
the piano
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May Day…
electric shaver so much
like a pavement saw
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A pause…
one rude car car horn eats
my conclusion
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“Somewhere between
the summit and the bottom
lies the truth”
(from a graffito at Convention Place)
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He can stand
in dispassion, feet back
from the flood
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Low tide,
footprints on silt…
the lighthouse
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Cut flower,
left behind on the church steps…
spring shadow
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Will he recall
breaking Buzz Lightyear’s hand,
age five…?
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Cherry blossoms
in their death…
a shower salute
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Does this pay phone
still work? (Spider’s web
gives a clue)
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Not knowing
if I’ll keep it, but–
my hand to the book
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May again…
to open one damn window–
shifting continents
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Birch, sheds its leaves
leftmost branches first…
autumn striptease
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Playground…
blue-green sand bucket
shifts in the breeze
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There sit my socks
for now…
…will they see me out?
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This child
and their toy steam shovel…
never the same twice
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I’ll close the door…
(my friend’s long goodbye)
cold outside
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Two hands, to dip
in this grace–how long
has it lingered?
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Mid-May…
my fingers glow crimson
to hold back the sun
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Some other life…
(she shuddered in my arms)
a gravel lot, now
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Which one more grateful–
(Jesus/Methuselah)
for a sunrise?
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The absence of God
and this toilet seat left up–
weekend finale
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Inexact mirror,
this slick beach sand…
what’s left to me
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Here for me today…
mashed banana,
foraging crows
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These tears
dried long ago…
you’ll see only steel
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Late May…
crow plays tag
with the baby bunny
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From that gun
falls one magazine clip
onto palm fronds
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Late May…
candy wrapper holds on
against the breeze
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Late May…
summer’s first dragonfly
at the bus stop
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