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  • Residual, from the corner of the eye,
    Almost-not-quite he waits,
    by micol 14 lines, 17 comments, on May 3 11:30 PM
  • Five goslings by the irrigation canal,
    Fuzz-balls still wobbly on new-hatched
    by micol 19 lines, 4 comments, on May 3 7:37 PM
  • I
    It’s dark and drear today,
    by micol 242 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 27 9:13 PM
  • Spring leaves emerge from
    Nothingness, unfurl, and play
    by micol 7 lines, 12 comments, on Apr 22 6:29 PM
  • Apricot, peach, apple, plum--bare-hung
    Scaffolding knotted, knobbed, ungleaned.
    by micol 16 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 28 2:35 AM
  • Had an ol’ sheepdog once—
    Shep, he was—always gone
    by micol 33 lines, 18 comments, on Feb 28 2:19 AM
  • Then, at ten, (younger and smaller than all
    The others) I sat quietly at my
    by micol 16 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 22 6:03 AM
  • Nighttime invites somber thoughts—
    by micol 12 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 15 6:08 PM
  • “Where does the white go when the snow melts?”
    by micol 32 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 12 4:04 PM
  • Past snows are just furled memories, except
    For grey-stained slits that linger (solemn hints
    by micol 18 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 9 9:30 AM
  • The first day is of spirit and of mind,
    Unfolding slow of two low-growing seeds,
    by micol 20 lines, 10 comments, on Feb 5 1:29 PM
  • This morning’s
    snow-skiff
    by micol 13 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 25 5:54 PM
  • He always seems unfinished—cheeks
    Rough with whitened whiskers, hair
    by micol 15 lines, 6 comments, on Jan 23 4:22 PM
  • She watched the night-news re-cap
    then let the channel fade
    by micol 29 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 10 11:54 AM 2008
  • I am truly who
    I am when
    by micol 22 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 6 5:34 PM 2008. In Free verse, poetry, expression
  • Where is it gone?
    It stood here a breath ago,
    by micol 20 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 2 9:41 PM 2008
  • Leafless September canes soaked in Mason
    jars rinsed squeaky clean with the garden hose;
    by micol 20 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 7 5:13 PM 2008. In Sonnet, Nature, Seasons, Hope
  • I WANDER THE COSMOS, INVENTING IT
    by micol 43 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 6 10:16 PM 2008
  • Words grow hauntingly,
    Roll half-tauntingly from the mind
    by micol 25 lines, 9 comments, on Aug 6 11:26 AM 2008
  • clean red
    butterfly—
    by micol 3 lines, 10 comments, on Aug 3 3:15 PM 2008
  • haunts me even now—ghostly chords that reach beyond three decades (almost four)
    by micol 16 lines, 9 comments, on Jul 26 4:26 PM 2008. In Music, Dance
  • Twilight at Grandpa's--the sun had gone down, We children all eased in pajamas for bed;
    by micol 19 lines, 9 comments, on Jul 24 7:03 PM 2008
  • After the storm thrummed hot streets So hard it raised frail, two-foot mists,
    by micol 8 lines, 9 comments, on Jul 23 8:22 PM 2008
  • In August, when banked roadside roses bloom,
    Pale yellow moons in glossy emerald leaves;
    by micol 18 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 23 8:04 PM 2008. In Spanish sonnet
  • Batiste and Widor on the console-- Gentle melodies haunt
    by micol 17 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 5 6:42 PM 2008. In Art, Music
  • Stretched into diagonals Superimposing darkness
    by micol 15 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 5 6:29 PM 2008
  • With summer comes the triple-digit heat,
    Its stultifying swell of mercury
    by micol 22 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 1 10:30 PM 2008
  • The road, still roughly graveled, drops the length
    Of a strong man’s throw, angles down between
    by micol 35 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 1 6:09 PM 2008
  • A slightly unconfident panther
    Had pretensions to being a danther;
    by micol 6 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 12 12:22 AM 2008. In Limerick, Humor, Animals
  • It was only a small cocoon—or more accurately, a chrysalis—gleaned
    by micol 36 lines, 12 comments, on Jun 9 2:39 PM 2008. In Metaphor, Depression, Nature
  • Sandstone arcs,
    Round on round – head-high –
    by micol 17 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 3 11:36 PM 2008
  • I have this postcard. On the back
    Scrawled in an eighth-grade hand,
    by micol 28 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 27 4:28 PM 2008
  • whisk of grey, not even breath enough
    for slash of red or shimmer-green —
    by micol 15 lines, 10 comments, on Apr 27 4:03 PM 2008. In Nature, Birds, Hummingbird, Spring
  • I thought they would be magic shoes To let me play what notes I’d chose,
    by micol 18 lines, 4 comments, on Apr 27 3:49 PM 2008
  • Wolf, Moon, and Woman, three, stationary in the wind,
    by micol 13 lines, 8 comments, on Apr 26 12:55 PM 2008
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