Garden
As it flowers, the garden
poetry
Bubbles
The bird jumped at bubbles
In Search of Restoration
Of late, my dreams have been littered with faces
An Epithalamium
I have come this far
On Preparation
Ladies and gentlemen
Let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Spider-silk holds one erring dragonfly. Others hover -
Untitled
I am near my midnight, rooting dog-like
Some "little untuned notes"
Pause was your first gift
Earth, I Have Always Made My Prayer
Earth, I have always made my prayer
For Fred Cogswell
When I see you lying in bed,
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