Heron
The heron stands so meticulously
poetry
Lost Boys
At night, sometimes, in the lonely hours
A Good Source of Omega 3's
See how his hangdog
Who Is This Poem Talking To?
The lyric, speaking in solitude
Swimming Under-Florida
You are making a map of Florida
Cove beach
Sea mist and salal in close knitting
"To Burn, Only"
Poetics is not math
The Pigeon Fancier
Feed, examine, clean. You get used
Camera
Amber sunflowers, afternoon's veil
For B.
Another hot evening, the polars furred with dust
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