Uncle Edward and the Spacious Skies
Great-Uncle Edward owned what prairie eyes don't hope for,
poetry
Wrinkles
She had them all over
The Visit
Today was different, the door
Evening Light
Mario's black shawl
Overcast, Winter Sky
The grey leaf tips of the olive.
Seven Poems from In the Key of Blue
Scat wind skatt-min blow
I Am Thinking Of. . .
Your bones, strung like windchimes
Tuesday Evening at the Inn
I think the innkeeper is giving us
A Thing of Beauty
Three storeys up, sturdy men wedge and nail
That time of month
It's like watching rain showering
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