Falling from Grace
Last night, while the moon was absent, I
poetry
Ibises, Miami
They are too large for the tangling city scene
Small Song
It's the first lesson, loss.
Small Song: Wild Cherry
Sparrow-tree,
Small song for the offshore breeze
Sunday, out on my bike,
Small song on the last night alone
Sonn, good friends, good talk -
Small song for the scent of balsam poplar
Soon-to-be the dark oiled leaf of summer,
Cat Walk
Any other month, August, for example
A Five-Year Old with Scissors
Must have made the sky today. Don't stir
The Animals
My daughter lost a work yesterday.
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