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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
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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
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I It’s dark and drear today,
by micol
242 lines, 11 comments,
on Apr 27 9:13 PM
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Spring leaves emerge from Nothingness, unfurl, and play
by micol
7 lines, 12 comments,
on Apr 22 6:29 PM
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Apricot, peach, apple, plum--bare-hung
Scaffolding knotted, knobbed, ungleaned.
by micol
16 lines, 8 comments,
on Feb 28 2:35 AM
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Had an ol’ sheepdog once— Shep, he was—always gone
by micol
33 lines, 18 comments,
on Feb 28 2:19 AM
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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
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Nighttime invites somber thoughts—
by micol
12 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 15 6:08 PM
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“Where does the white go when the snow melts?”
by micol
32 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 12 4:04 PM
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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
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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
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This morning’s
snow-skiff
by micol
13 lines, 5 comments,
on Jan 25 5:54 PM
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He always seems unfinished—cheeks Rough with whitened whiskers, hair
by micol
15 lines, 6 comments,
on Jan 23 4:22 PM
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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
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Where is it gone?
It stood here a breath ago,
by micol
20 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 2 9:41 PM 2008
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Leafless September canes soaked in Mason jars rinsed squeaky clean with the garden hose;
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I WANDER THE COSMOS, INVENTING IT
by micol
43 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 6 10:16 PM 2008
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Words grow hauntingly, Roll half-tauntingly from the mind
by micol
25 lines, 9 comments,
on Aug 6 11:26 AM 2008
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clean red butterfly—
by micol
3 lines, 10 comments,
on Aug 3 3:15 PM 2008
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haunts me even now—ghostly chords that reach
beyond three decades (almost four)
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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
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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
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In August, when banked roadside roses bloom,
Pale yellow moons in glossy emerald leaves;
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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
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Stretched into diagonals
Superimposing darkness
by micol
15 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 5 6:29 PM 2008
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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
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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
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A slightly unconfident panther
Had pretensions to being a danther;
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It was only a small cocoon—or more
accurately, a chrysalis—gleaned
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Sandstone arcs,
Round on round – head-high –
by micol
17 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 3 11:36 PM 2008
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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
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whisk of grey, not even breath enough
for slash of red or shimmer-green —
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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
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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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