Granny
The cupola was faded green;
poetry
Lucky Shot
The birds went capering away in crowds.
Sisters
My sister and I when we were close together
Two Children
In that cold mountain climate after the swim
Last Days
When men had marred old tales with telling
The One Stem
In the green and silver chorus of the grass
Business as Usual
Across the craggy indigo
My Love Behind Walls
This huge and purged trust I have
The North Wind Doth Blow
Left on a lonely island to die
Morning at Clover Point
Looping around the cliff
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