to dry
Lace
poetry
Leda
The classroom window sill: two pigeons, fucking.
Transients
The artificial lake is looking awful
Why I Did It
God, it felt good flinging that Chinese plant pot
Extension Courses
Call them stupid, but they both knew what they needed,
Benediction
First light opens the garden.
Recitative of a Moment's Fugue
In Havana the old street vendors
We spend an hour at our destination
I listen to my granddaughter's choir sing
The Crepuscular of Moth Spirits
the children rub fingers
Calling in the Dogs
He doubted as a child
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