Dowry
There were five or six of us
poetry
Acceptance
Like a caterpillar
Sumac
Over a winter hill
City Snowfall
Stripped of her Autumn dress
Delayed Harvest
As winter apples stored in bins
The Road to Nowhere
A run and jump, and skip the rope:
After Summer
In Seigas when the winds were down
Untitled
Sorrow, the bird of death, that gnaws
Death looks into the valley
The face knowing the feel of a twilit scarp between two epoehs
Lament
I die before the opening of my day
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